A recent journey between print studio and wholesalers took me around the London North Circular.
This driving experience was eased by the reassuring female voice coming from the passenger seat as she calmly, and efficiently, directed me to my destination.
How can I wire this piece of technology into my central nervous system?
All life’s unsignposted junctions would cease to be a problem.
And I’d never make the mistake of travelling down a dead end.