The view from the cab
I’m partial to a cup of tea, now and again whilst I drive around the crowded streets of London, but owing to the caffeine, seldom does it stay longer than a passing memory. I made up an anodyne observation on the cruelties of older life the other day, and shared my distress with another Cab driver. I pulled alongside at a set of traffic lights and this is what I said about my dilemma:..”I’d love a cup of tea, but then I’d have to Pee. I hope there isn’t a queue, when I need a ‘W.’ He looked at me in a strange way, and said..”I think you’re mad.” Must have been a foreigner.
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