Oh happy days in Lincoln.Had one today swmbo driving round Lincoln, not the easiest of cities however I was worse for wear and said I will direct you. "Oh no worries I will put the sat nav on" Imagine the "fucky offy" glares I got when it sent her down a dead end street. I just said you should have taken that first right, taken you right back to where we wanted to be.
All of a sudden "Just you tell me where to go then!"
Only been living in the area for oooo.......... all my life, but yeah trust your shit sat nav.
The Customs surveillance courses used to be run there, and there was always a certain frisson on day 2,week 2 when it was footwork in and around the locale.
Target scrote role player* pitches up at the railway station, bimbles around for a bit and then heads up to the Cathedral for a meet in a pub via of course up Steep Hill.
*It certainly sorted out the chubby bints on the course who took a bit of a shine to him when at the debrief it was explained that his thighs were the result of lots of running and climbing, not implants.