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Modern technology is a wonderful thing, until you actually come to use it...

Recently I bought an Ipaq 4150 and a GPS module, most of the time the Ipaq is used for run-of-the-mill PDA type things but occasionally I have the need to electronically navigate my way around the country (and it might come in handy for Elly when she has appointments in hard to reach places in London.

So, on Saturday night when it came to travelling down to Vauxhall to check out Club Wicked's new venue we decided to see how accurate Ipaq+GPS really was.

Things got off to bad start when the 'paq refused to communicate with the GPS unit and no amount of swearing would get the pair to talk to each other. I gave up and threw the lot in the glovebox of the car. Elly fiddled with it for a bit. Nothing happened. It was only after 10 minutes of travelling I realised I had forgotten to turn bluetooth on on the Ipaq. /me = dumbass.

That embarassment aside, the first part of the journey down the M4 and through Hammersmith was a breeze and we didn't think anything of it when my electronic guide told me to deviate from my usual "20-minutes to the door" guaranteed-success route to the South of the river and insisted on a jaunt through Knightsbridge.

In fact it didn't bat an e-eyelid when traffic started to bunch somewhere around the heart of London and it remianed strangely quiet when it landed us in a traffic jam that took an hour to negotiate, turning my 20 minute journey into a 70 minute rant about slack-witted London drivers, buses, political protestors and irritating bloody portable navigation systems.

Still, at least Wicked proved to be a good night out :D