Taxi

At 2am on a Sunday morning and wanting to go south of the river......yes there is only one cab in London!

Get your trousers on.....you're knicked!

ROFL... I drove cabs for a few years and thought he should have been a millionaire overnight because:-

1) Always had a fare...
2) Could afford the time to stop and give salsa lessons in an underground car parking garage...
3) Never slept... he drove day and night..
4) Always had something to eat/drink betwe/en fares at the caf... else must have made a motza in tips to afford it...
5) Always guaranteed a fare from the salsa club...
6) Could deal with muggers anytime/anywhere without losing life or money (scene where the muggers asked him to drive though the middle of the park)...
7) Proved that mini-cabs were more profitable than black cabs... always had plenty of down-time between fares.
8) No competition, hence knew everyone who got in his cab and knew their life story...
9) He probably very quietly & subtly slipped topics of conversation into the chat going on between his two cabbie colleagues at the caf.. long enough to distract them so that he could grab the next fare...
and
10) He was probably making so much money, he could afford to shout his two colleagues meals/drinks so that they didn't have to work their cabs...

I could go on, but life's too short and I need to catch a cab :)

TAXI!!!

cheers and beers

et tu Brute!



Locked my wire coat-hanger in the car - good thing that I always carry spare keys in my pocket :)