The bloke who crashed into me...

Update: No, I didn’t really hope someone would crash into him. I’m sure he didn’t mean to run into me, just as I hadn’t meant to run into anyone the previous day. On re-examining the scene, I’m sure he made an honest attempt to get around my cab and if he’d been just that little bit further over he would have missed me completely. It was just one of those things. May he drive on, in safety and happiness. But boy, was I pissed off!

The owner, bless his heart, found me yet another cab to drive on Sunday night, and I had a good night. The city was buzzing, with nightclubs open, people having parties and generally enjoying the long weekend with the Queen’s Birthday holiday on the Monday. I might have been driving a veteran taxi, but I enjoyed the night, chatting with happy passengers and getting smiles on faces. And I didn’t break the taxi.

I guess I’ll stay a cabbie for a while longer!