IN FOUR HUNDRED YARDS, TURN RIGHT. “Oo, nonsense! Not that way. Go up Nover’s Hill. That’s Mrs Rathbone’s house. She just died of oldtimers. BUS! This car needs a good clean… Turn left, I mean right. Oo, you’ve missed it! We’ll be late. VAN!” Unfortunately, there’s no turning off SatNan. Viv Burgess is not a … Continue reading VIV BURGESS: Relative Position
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