Allow me introduce myself to you, my name is Danny Kemp and I’m a Licensed Black Taxi driver in London. Thirty-eight years ago I did what is called—The Knowledge–to qualify for my badge and license and here I’m going to tell you all about what all the trials and tribulations, funny and sad, I have faced during those years. Let’s start at that -The Knowledge. A ceremonial roll on the drums and cacophony of distant trumpets. There you are, heard all the stories about driving one of those black things or with just a plain masochistic outlook on life and want to cause as much suffering to yourself as you can, at the door of the Public Carriage Office wanting to donate your life to the streets of London.
“Yes” said an uninterested voice behind the glass screen over which was etched- New Applications.
“I want to offer my…
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