Inspired by Timbo.

MAN IS DRIVING LISTENING TO HIS SAT NAV.

SAT NAV.

Drives 300 yards then turn left.

Now drive for 700 yards then veer right.

MAN

That's not right it's taking me into the city center.

SATNAV

Now join the roundabout, and drive round and round.

MAN

This is just silly.

SATNAV

Put some pumping garage choons on your stereo, wind down your window and throw some gang signes at the other bloods.

MAN

This is bloody ridiculous.

SATNAV

Wachoo getting vexed about ya rasta clart.

SCENE2

MAN IS TALKING TO AN AA MAN.

AA

It would appear sir you've been sold a sat-chav.

I enjoyed this one too.

Now expecting some Sooty-esque variations on a theme. The Chat-Nav, which engages in watercooler discussions about last night's Eastenders and the Madonna/Guy break up; Hat-Nav, which directs the driver to local milliners; and Scat-Nav, which sings instructions in the style of Cleo Laine.

I did a groan. And a giggle.

I wondered where Badge was going to go with the Scat-Nav...

They say know your audience. I went down the wrong route.