No real surprise I suppose, given your authors predilections, that this, the first installment, featured in a trip to one of Her Majesty's Prisons...
''Fraid I can't pick you up tomorrow, mate. I've got to go do my other job, at the speedway, looking after St Johns', he'd said the day before, as I wondered exactly where he'd learnt to drive, and my first clue had narrowed it down to off road biking or ambulance.
'How was it?', I asked the next day.
'Yeah. it was alright, I s'pose', replied the bizarrely Cockney-accented Dorset cabbie, flatly.
'At least they all stayed on this time.'
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Always ready to strike up conversation, if only to lighten their own tarmacked day, whether I'm en route to a sober meeting, or from another drunken soiree, their pearls of wit, wisdom and 'what do you do thens' are assembled here, as sporadically as... well... as sporadically as you'll see a cab when you really need one.
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Always ready to strike up conversation, if only to lighten their own tarmacked day, whether I'm en route to a sober meeting, or from another drunken soiree, their pearls of wit, wisdom and 'what do you do thens' are assembled here, as sporadically as... well... as sporadically as you'll see a cab when you really need one.
Enjoy. Contribute. But don't feel obliged to tip.
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