I learnt a valuable lesson today, one that some day or another, any nervous driver must learn: Motorways really aren’t that scary.

Thanks to a sat-nav of course. It’s sad that we rely so blindly on technology today, when hundreds of years ago people could travel the globe without so much as a map. Yet, without this little piece of taken-for-granted technology I would have been hopelessly and irretrievably lost on the London Orbital.

I had barely had time to panic about being behind the wheel on the motorway for the first time in my life, when I was pulling into the hotel car park to the sultry sounds of “You have reached your destination.”

On arriving in the hotel, again my first time in a hotel on my own, excitement got the better of me and I’m ashamed to say that I did a Dylan Moran.

“Bouncing up and down on the bed, wearing the shower cap and thinking, ‘what can I do in here?’”

Within minutes of dumping my bags I’d pilfered the complimentary biscuits, tested the shower, boiled the kettle and tinkered with the air-con machine.

Five minutes later the novelty wore off and it was back out the door and off to find some real food to sate the appetite that the ginger biscuits had failed to control.