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Views on life, love and the laundry basket from the lady behind a Dial-a-Cab driver… BACK SEAT DRIVER |
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I’ve lost my
innocence since the last Call Sign. I have
been wronged by a Dial-a-Cab driver and it
was like finding out that there is no Santa
Claus! Perhaps I was blinded by love, but I
thought you were all like my Glen - knights
of the road! Honest, decent, helpful and
scrupulously obedient to all PCO rules. I
have seen the disciplinary reports in Call
Sign, but I guess I didn¹t really believe
them… I was at Bethnal Green station waiting for a taxi, when my spirits lifted as a DaC taxi stopped for me. Those spirits just as quickly sank when he refused to take me to the Dove pub in Broadway Market (E8) on a Friday night. Rejected! The driver - and you know who you are - pretended not to know where Broadway Market was. I said: "Don¹t you have an A-Z?" "No," he lied. I didn¹t tell him that I have seen the wonderful DaC terminal’s A-Z, as he just wanted to carry on to the West End I suppose. But I took his number and reported him. It feels odd to be a ‘copper’s nark’ but it’s not fair to the other drivers, is it, if some of you whisk away and leave the ‘rubbish’ jobs to others. It wasn’t a nice feeling for me, as though I was being passed up as rubbish. |
He made me late and I gave a |
more metaphysical warning than
it is. Or as quaint British and inexplicable as the Chiltern Hundreds or how to pronounce Leicester Square or Cholmondeley. I remember the first time I visited London. It was in the hippy days of 1967 and the tube signs that said ‘Way Out’ made me crease up laughing too! Being American, I was used to signs saying ‘Exit’ and every ‘Way Out’ made me think: "Like wow, man, too much!" and sniff around for Lebanese black joints – or was it Moroccan? A London flat ensures
lots of summer visitors. Next to come are my
son and his girlfriend from Glasgow for the
week-long Marxism summer school at University
College, London. They can’t afford taxis yet
and their comrades can’t afford places to
stay, so the body count could reach five or
six on my floor. I have revolutionaries
staying almost every summer and they never
fail to fold up their sleeping bags nicely and
do all the washing up. Till next time… |
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