Dave Leggett | 5 April 2006
That there is a place in Britain called 'Crackpot' is funny enough (I have relatives in Yorkshire and can confirm that that county is a most appropriate setting for such a placename). But then imagine that Sat-Nav systems regularly send drivers driving through Crackpot down a track that runs perilously close to a cliff edge. Actually, that may not be humourous if someone goes over (unless it's a Frank Spencer Some Mothers Do 'Ave 'Em situation, the one where Frank'n'Betty's picnic ends with the Morris Minor going over the edge on the south coast - sorry, old fart parochial Brit humour alert). Fact can certainly be stranger than fiction at times. Find myself saying that more and more, these days.
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