Tuesday 28 August 2007

Bank holiday tip of the day

The Notting Hill Carnival brought plenty of business into town tonight, both wanted and unwanted,I started my shift about 6pm, i thought i would avoid the General area of the Carnival, and drove down the finchley Road into Swiss cottage, not a hand in sight, so i put on the Marriott in King Henry's rd, and there waiting was a punter, pleased with myself i thought you just gotta know where to look, you've either got it or you ain't,"Notting Hill Carnival" Please Driver, An American Tourist, i explained to him about the road closure's and the traffic, so i ended up dropping him off at the Bishops Bridge Rd Jct with Queensway, So much for the Master plan to avoid the Carnival,
Straight away i got a fare from there to Oxford Circus which was a tickle,
After dropping off at Oxford Circus i thought I'd chance my arm on the Langham Hilton, Secretly thinking to myself i might get a fare out to the Airport, i didn't have to wait long before the Doorman called me over,
Two American Gentlemen got in and asked for the Savoy on the Strand, by the time i got there,the meter was showing exactly ten pounds, the older gentleman of the two gave me a tenner and said to wait a minute,fumbling about with a hand full of change, and then proceeded to put ten pence in my hand and said that's for you driver, the time it took him to sort that out, the meter had gone up to £10.40.
Beside myself with Glee,
I gave my Cabbie mate Carlos AKA "Londoncabby", =
a ring to have a Coffee,as we don't get to meet up so much these days as i usually work the day shift,
We met up in the Edgware rd in Costa Coffee bar, the whole area was Buzzing with revelers from the Carnival,
I needed a Pat Cash so headed straight for the Bog, Whilst Carlos ordered the Coffee's there was a Que for the toilet,but it wasn't long before the Cabaret started, these three young Girl's and i use the term Girl's very loosley,
Bowled in immediately making their presence felt intimidating everyone in sight, Stoned out of their Tiny Box's,throwing things at each other, one of them was lying on the floor with a big grin on her face with her eye's rolled back,
When all of a sudden this smartly dressed Bloke in a suit takes exception to their presence and Say's to the guy behind the counter "why do you let pieces of shit like that in here, one of the Babes in a shell suit, hears it and gives him a mouthful, The suit ain't having none of it and forcefully ejects the Two on their feet straight out the door, I chirped up with "GO ON MY SON" then he comes back for the lump on the floor she had what i can only describe as a free flying lesson and smashed against the door frame as she flew out the door,
Their pride in tatters and everyone laughing at them, they proceeded to throw a cup of coffee at the suit before breaking the land speed record for losers, leaving the scene of a crime.
All in all the evening passed off pretty peacefully and was pretty lucrative

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh the life of a cabbie, at least you have time to eat three shredded wheat in the mornings.
It must of been you who picked me up last monday you still had your breafast bowl on your lap,you don't remember me do you.

28 August 2007 at 12:25  
Blogger Chris said...

I surely do remember you PaPa Walton

28 August 2007 at 18:51  

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