Driving along the Scarborough seafront in the sun, listening to Patti Smith. Not a bad life :-)
You've seen this http://www.blackcabsessions.com/ , right? Musician, one cab journey, one take, onto the web.
A guy just told me he buys holidays for a fiver, lots of them, then the day before they come up, he just decides whether to take them or not. If not, just a fiver lost!
One Fare & his Dog I picked a bloke up last night,from a Bar on the riverside. He was a big bloke,a fisherman I think,he smelt like a fisherman. He was full of hell after having some kind of dispute with the landlady of the bar and informed me that he had told her to stuff her pub up her arse.He went on to say "Ahv'e bin drinkin in there fer fowty year,effin bitch,who's she think she is" anyway I sat there and agreed and said things like " aye, shockin that is" and " ah don't blame you mate" always agreeing with the punter,always on his side. We got to his destination and he hauls himself out of the cab and says "how much mate?" "£3.20 mate"I reply. Whilst hunting around his various pockets for the money he starts whistling and saying "Aweh son,c'mon" more whistles and more " aweh, ye daft bastard,c'mon" I sat there looking out at him thinking he had some form of Tourette's syndrome as he carried on with this whistling and shouting. Eventually he leans in ,looks me in the eye and says "What ye dun with me fuckin dog?" I says "Eh, you never ad a fuckin dog" "OOhh! man a've left the fuckin dog in the pub....ye'll ave to gan back an gerrim for us!" "what! i'm not goin into a pub and shouting 'Taxi for a Dog' you'll have to come back for him yourself" He jumps back in and we return to the bar where he had just told the landlady to 'stuff it up her arse. "Gan in an get me dog" he says "He's your dog get him yourself" I replied. I mean there's a limit to a Taxi drivers duties. He pulls himself out of the car once more and bangs on the window of the pub shouting "aweh son,aweh c'mon" obviously not wanting to enter the place due to his previous tete a tete with the landlady. The dog made an appearance at the pub door and swiftly ran back inside. 'Christ' I thought 'why me' I got out of the car, went into the pub, picked up the dog, a small black and tan mongrel which I decided was cleaner and smelled somewhat nicer than his owner, I brought him out,under me arm and put him in the back of the car,got the fisherman back in and took them both home. "How much? he says " Seven quid mate" I say. He threw some coins on the seat,shut the door and wandered off with his dog. I scooped up the money...£7.03 ....Last of the big Tippers! From http://www.toomanytaxis.com
In NYC cabbies do all their business directly from people hailing them from the street. You pick someone up, take them to their destination, and then go out looking for your next fare. Kind of like being a fisherman. Recently I had three fares in a row to Bedford Street. Two to Bedford Street in Manhattan and one to another Beford Street in Brooklyn. Considering that there are 6,000 miles of roads in NYC, what are the odds of that? from gs, http://cabsareforkissing.blogspot.com
Loving this http://newyorkhack.blogspot.com/