I tuned to local radio in the car the other day to placate Edie. Not that she loves local radio, but sometimes fast paced music calms her down when she’s crying. Anyway I found something urgent sounding and left it on. It turned out to be an advert for a hair salon. Over the music a young man with a kind of voice you might use if you were playing the school bully in Grange Hill went through his script unaware it seemed that he was advertising a hair salon and not a gun. Anyway at the end he said the name, the phone number and then ‘satnav’ followed by the postcode. I realised that the word ‘postcode’ will come to be replaced by the Orwellian satnav. One of the new usages like ‘ham’ to mean any cold, sliced meat Eg. ‘turkey ham’.