My taxi driver home last night was in fine fettle – you name it, he swore at it/about it/or just in it’s general direction. Everything was annoying him, from the price of takeaway coffee, “It’s just water awn some bloody nescafe…..sake…..I can get a whole jar for the price af that der…so I can” to [...]

I love taxi men drivers (sorry K8) I really do. I mean I really would be a shut in if it wasn’t for taxi drivers and the wonderful service they offer. No matter if it’s a Ford Mondeo or a Skoda Octavia I’m always happy to see them. Tonight’s S-Class Mercedes driving mentalist pushed my [...]

Manuel’s magic muffs “Here mate, check the huge Walter Mittys on yer woman!” said the taxi man driving me to work. It was early in the morning and I wasn’t in the mood for a “we’re all blokes here” sort of conversation. It as followed up with “I had this woman in the car the [...]