Where the heart is (on the bus)

Sometimes the Bus Journey From Hell is about people. Other times it’s about places. This time neither of these has irked me (yet). No, on this occasion it happens to be technology. My phone (upon which these articles tend to be written) has been playing tricks on me.

Now let’s be clear here, I am, by my own modest admission, no slouch when it comes to technology. It is, after all, how I earn my honest wage. So although I say that my phone has been playing tricks on me, this may not in fact be the case. It might be the carrier, the software or other as yet unmentioned indeterminate factors. However my argument this morning is with geolocation.

How strange therefore to find that geolocation isn’t in the stock dictionary on this phone. I like my phone. Generally speaking it serves me well. It seems relatively snappy (and takes good pictures maybe not of the class demonstrated by my friend who does it for a living, but I like to think that on occasion, they approach his standard). I am running Sony’s Concept ROM and it’s behaving itself for the most part.

This morning on my usual journey however, the geolocation has sent me to some decidedly odd locations. So much so that I began to wonder if I wasn’t living through some twisted version of the Twilight Zone episode Wordplay. I have, this very morning, been variously located in :

  • Eastbourne
  • Orpington
  • Cardiff
  • Littlehampton
  • St Helier
  • Dieppe
  • Queenstown
  • Schiphol

and my personal favourite

  • 53 N

Most of these places I can categorically state I have never visited. So it’s not like they were cached.

A quick reboot of the phone and I was back on my normal route but if I’d been going where my phone suggested, I might have had a bit of travel sickness by now. As it stands I’m partly grateful and partly trepidatious as I know what we planned to do this morning at work…