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Checking your earplugs are in place you select Brian and tell the device to seek out the Churchill Pub. After a brief pause the dulcet and subtle tones of Mr Blessed burst out of the device. Committing yourself to the endeavour you follow Brian’s directions.
The journey takes far longer than you expected, and while your know west London is greener than the be-cursed east you don’t think it’s this green. Your doubts are proved correct when it becomes apparent the satnav has guided you to the Churchill Pool, North Somerset, not the Churchill Arms pub.
Do you?