Whatever happened to the Chiswick bus skidpan training centre
Slowly getting back in the swing of thing's,
Saturday night around Zoo time (chucking out time for the Animal's) I'm travelling east to old street roundabout, along oxford street on my way to pick up an account customer, that's going my way home,
There is this what i can only describe as a beat up old wreck that wouldn't look out of place at a banger racing event,
He's holding me up Kerb crawling
a thoroughbred Scab (tout illegally plying for hire)He hasn't even got the yellow disc, Not surprising by the state of the car, Shouting out his window asking the many punters where they want to go,
Ignoring by now, my Blazing headlights on full beam, and my blaring horn, Eventually i manage to pass screaming out the window you F_ _ing Tosser, "That told him he couldn't answer that one"
Finally i arrive at old street roundabout Doors locked and meter on,
I'm greeted by more Zombies of the night, "herro Clan you Hiccup tlake mle To Watford Hiccup, I'm booked Say's I,
With that this scab pulls up behind with the yellow disc this time, and starts to negotiate a price to watford,
I get out and proceed to write down his number, seeing me do this he pulls up right next to me almost hitting me, he rolls down his window and say's in broken English what are you taking my number for,
calmly i reply oh its ok mate im just reporting you to the public carriage office for illegally plying for hire, Is it your job he Say's yelling at the top of his voice, calmly i reply "118 118 I got your number" Not looking so happy he screams fuck off and disappeared into the night,
Tonight Tuesday I'm driving along regents park road, with two punters in the back, when all of a sudden I'm met with a hand out some guy dressed in a big long black coat and big black hat looking like the sandeman,
standing alongside a double deck bus, so I pulled up rolled down my offside window,Sandeman says can you tell us meaning the bus driver and he, how to get to saint john's wood road,
Iv already got a fare on and besides i can only take five there must be 30 people on there,
Now that just about takes the biscuit,
I told them they had passed the place they should have turned left, "you'd better turn around Say's I" Oh your no good he says,
It made me think of the day's when I was on the buses Carlos and I (aka londoncabby)were at the same bus garage, and did our training at the world famous chiswick training centre,
Spinning the old routemaster around on the famous skidpan, not for the fainthearted, I really couldn't imagine the frightened little girl driving this bus Doing it, and believe me that's no exaggeration that's what she was,Her passengers looked a little concerned too
and with good reason,
Anyway I'd like to thank paradise driver, Tel,& my anonymous friend in Australia, funny enough we used to call him the bus, for you're kind comments, and good wishes concerning my health,
Good health to all,& Bye for now & be careful out there
Saturday night around Zoo time (chucking out time for the Animal's) I'm travelling east to old street roundabout, along oxford street on my way to pick up an account customer, that's going my way home,
There is this what i can only describe as a beat up old wreck that wouldn't look out of place at a banger racing event,
He's holding me up Kerb crawling
a thoroughbred Scab (tout illegally plying for hire)He hasn't even got the yellow disc, Not surprising by the state of the car, Shouting out his window asking the many punters where they want to go,
Ignoring by now, my Blazing headlights on full beam, and my blaring horn, Eventually i manage to pass screaming out the window you F_ _ing Tosser, "That told him he couldn't answer that one"
Finally i arrive at old street roundabout Doors locked and meter on,
I'm greeted by more Zombies of the night, "herro Clan you Hiccup tlake mle To Watford Hiccup, I'm booked Say's I,
With that this scab pulls up behind with the yellow disc this time, and starts to negotiate a price to watford,
I get out and proceed to write down his number, seeing me do this he pulls up right next to me almost hitting me, he rolls down his window and say's in broken English what are you taking my number for,
calmly i reply oh its ok mate im just reporting you to the public carriage office for illegally plying for hire, Is it your job he Say's yelling at the top of his voice, calmly i reply "118 118 I got your number" Not looking so happy he screams fuck off and disappeared into the night,
Tonight Tuesday I'm driving along regents park road, with two punters in the back, when all of a sudden I'm met with a hand out some guy dressed in a big long black coat and big black hat looking like the sandeman,
standing alongside a double deck bus, so I pulled up rolled down my offside window,Sandeman says can you tell us meaning the bus driver and he, how to get to saint john's wood road,
Iv already got a fare on and besides i can only take five there must be 30 people on there,
Now that just about takes the biscuit,
I told them they had passed the place they should have turned left, "you'd better turn around Say's I" Oh your no good he says,
It made me think of the day's when I was on the buses Carlos and I (aka londoncabby)were at the same bus garage, and did our training at the world famous chiswick training centre,
Spinning the old routemaster around on the famous skidpan, not for the fainthearted, I really couldn't imagine the frightened little girl driving this bus Doing it, and believe me that's no exaggeration that's what she was,Her passengers looked a little concerned too
and with good reason,
Anyway I'd like to thank paradise driver, Tel,& my anonymous friend in Australia, funny enough we used to call him the bus, for you're kind comments, and good wishes concerning my health,
Good health to all,& Bye for now & be careful out there
posted by Chris at
02:15
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