For the last 48 hours or so, i have been over at Brunel University. Since you ask: taking part in, presenting a paper at and running the blog plus press and publicity for the landmark Onscenity conference which aims to address issues of the increasing visibility of sex and sexuality in new media.
That’s where i’ve been. So how come my GPS is adamant that i am currently located somewhere in the middle of Hillingdon cemetery?
Yeah, yeah. Its sunday afternoon: the graveyard shift. Maybe my GPS is trying to tell me something. But i doubt its that subtle.
I first noticed it doesn’t like me one night in Milton Keynes. That was the time it attempted to turn me left over the top of a bridge to do a James Bond style car leap onto the road before.
Sensible only if you ignored the impact – the quite literal impact, in fact – likely to result from my hitting the road some fifteen or so feet below.
Then came my journey down to the event itself.
Once more, my GPS lied, leading me a merry dance round the M25 and suggesting that i turn left on a small road that lay somewhere between junctions 16 and 17. Yep. That road existed. The fact, though, that it was barred by a gate and clearly was NOT a turning off from the motorway seems to have escaped my GPS.
So. What’s it all about? Just the natural inaccuracies of this system? Teething problems?
Or does it just hate me? For now, the jury is out – though i am ever so slightly leaning toward the latter.