[basil ransome-davies]

Damn good poems, both.

[John Whitworth]

Why thank you, Bazza. Kingers could pen a mean line.

[Ann Drysdale]

Terrible thing, the satnav. Word knows. Every time I type its evil name, a red squiggly line appears and they offer me the chance to change it. To Satan.

[Jayne Osborn]

No, no, no, Annie. My New Best Friend is wonderful, and definitely not satanic.

I've delivered about a hundred U3A newsletters today; without the satnav it would have taken me hours longer. As my poem (truthfully) says, "I can’t read maps and anyway I hate them..."

[Ann Drysdale]

Ah, yes - but you have a car.

[Jayne Osborn]

Ah, yes - but you have a car.

Well, yes... I'm sorry, but that rather puts me in the majority...

You don't necessarily need a car to appreciate the benefits of a satnav though, Annie. Most mobile phones have the facility and some of my friends who are avid walkers use their phones to great advantage on country rambles.