My new sat nav would be great if …

… it wasn’t refusing to see my original destination as London by Buckingham Palace (of all places). I finally make the leap away from nearly crashing by using paper and random squiggle maps and it turns out I need to be a brain surgeon to work the damn thing – plug and go my bleep. For those of you being sarcy, I would RTFM (Read the f*****g manual) IF it had one that didn’t only tell me how to upload mp3, synch my bluetooth and possibly bake a muffin – EVERYTHING but how to NOT live in London OR be the Queen as far as it’s concerned. Mutter mutter argh.