Due to sporting ineptitude, I’m currently operating with only one hand. As a consequence, when Team Egan hits the road, I take the role of navigator.
Generally speaking this requires only the ability to operate boiled sweet wrappers, find Radio 4 and repeat the Navman’s promptings in a variety of less soothing comedy voices. This, I can handle with my one hand tied behind my back. Which is fortunate.
Alas, in its eagerness to shave valuable seconds off a recent trip, the trusty satnav sent us careering down the country lane that time (and the local authority) forgot. The effects of this were twofold: first, the Punto of Truth had a hissy fit and deposited its exhaust pipe in a portion of deepest Worcestershire the AA needed two hours to find. Second, Mrs Matt’s faith in GPS was shaken to its core, and I was reduced to using something called... a map. Analogue satnav.
Now I was a boy scout, and my sense of direction is strong, but I was shocked at how atrophied my map-reading skills had become during the satnav years. Finding a Little Chef got a whole lot more tricky.
And it’s not just navigation. A recent survey claimed to prove that reliance on mobile phones withers the brain’s capacity to retain phone numbers. Take away my Outlook calendar and online to-do list, and I’m unable to operate at my usual ruthless 27 percent efficiency. I even have a friend who sets his phone alarm to go off at the correct station to remind him to disembark the train on time. (Actually, that last one’s a bit weird.)
No wonder the rats and earwigs will take over come armageddon. Humans will be reliant on having the right power adaptor to hand. Without Tesco to deliver the online shopping we’ll all starve. And not one of us will remember our mother-in-law’s birthday.
So, should we be worried about such over-reliance on technology? Let me check Yahoo Answers and I’ll send you an email.