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Why we don't trust sat-navs ; Echnology has brought some of life's great pleasures to a sad end. The iPod killed the cassette mix-tape. E-mail has done for the art of letter writing. Hair replacement surgery has rendered Bobby Charlton's combover a nostalgic footnote among top sportsmen. I don't know which is the most depressing. It is not all-pervasive, however.
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Western Morning News, The Plymouth (UK)
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August 26, 2008
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Echnology has brought some of life's great pleasures to a sad
end. The iPod killed the cassette mix-tape. E-mail has done for the
art of letter writing. Hair replacement surgery has rendered Bobby
Charlton's combover a nostalgic footnote among top sportsmen. I
don't know which is the most depressing. It is not all-pervasive,
however.
Despite their best attempts to squeeze every last ounce of joy
out of life, white-coated boffins have failed to curb that most
noble of pursuits: a Briton's love of giving directions.
Convene a group of drivers in the same room, request advice on a
route to an unfamiliar destination and wait for the sharp intakes of
breath, solemn nods and sustained pomposity. ...