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Sunday 10 September 2017 11.15pm
Had an email from an old, well younger than me, but an old black cab driver friend today.
He said, "Remember that time in the late 70s, early 80s, when we went to New York together, not long after your divorce, and we stayed in Brooklyn at the house of that girl you'd met when you picked up her and her parents at Heathrow?
Her parents were in Israel on holiday, and I got fed up because you were always with her, so I flew down to Miami, but I'd left my licence at home."
He went on, "You flew down after I called you at her house, you rented a car and came to my hotel on Collins Avenue, bet you wouldn't fancy being there now, would you?"
I sent back simply, "You got that right, John, unless I was driving a cab there, they must be making a fortune with all that rain, WHEN they can go out."
Friday 15 September 2017 3.07pm
Those must have been the days Tom, when minicabs were a minor irritant, and Uber was just the second word in the German National anthem.
While regular folks were eating Wimpeys, or pie and mash, no doubt you black cab guys were taking your young ladies to Wiltons in St. James, or Joe Allens in Covent Garden.
Breakfast at Heathrow, lunch over the Atlantic, and dinner in New York.
Must have been good while it lasted, do you miss it much?
Saturday 16 September 2017 11.10pm
Debrajoan wrote:
Those must have been the days Tom, when minicabs were a minor irritant, and Uber was just the second word in the German National anthem.
While regular folks were eating Wimpeys, or pie and mash, no doubt you black cab guys were taking your young ladies to Wiltons in St. James, or Joe Allens in Covent Garden.
Breakfast at Heathrow, lunch over the Atlantic, and dinner in New York.
Must have been good while it lasted, do you miss it much?

Joe Allens? Wiltons? When I first started seeing my wife I'd take her to Dover on Sunday mornings, take a ferry to Boulogne and have lunch at Le Chatillon, later, when Eurostar started from Waterloo, we'd go over on Saturday afternoon, have dinner in Paris, stay the night then come back and have lunch on the train.
In all honesty, when I quit the game, for about a month I missed the fact that at the end of the day, the breast pocket of my shirt was no longer filled with 10 and 20 notes, so if I needed cash I had to go to an ATM like anyone else.
But Ma Pepper didn't raise any fools, I'd used my loaf and had enough salted away.
I'd paid into a private pension, plus I was getting the State one, all I had to do was die before I ran out of dough, and I'd win.
I certainly didn't miss the manufactured traffic chaos though, and I'd been everywhere, and done everything I ever wished, so I comforted myself by remembering my old dad's mantra, "Memories live longer than dreams son"
Sunday 17 September 2017 3.39pm
WELbeck 4444 the very first Mini-cab number Tom...used it late after theatre, The Old Vic back to my friends home in Wood Green...nine shillings! Wonder what fare is now. Think it was 1961/2?
Sunday 17 September 2017 10.03pm
Jan the old one wrote:
WELbeck 4444 the very first Mini-cab number Tom...used it late after theatre, The Old Vic back to my friends home in Wood Green...nine shillings! Wonder what fare is now. Think it was 1961/2?


Little bit before my time Jan, I started the knowledge sometime around 68 - 70.
I think Welbeck was the fleet of red Renault Dauphines, run by Michael Gotla.
As you know, I've been "hors de combat" for quite a while now, but I'd guesstimate that ride today would be 36 - 39.
After the theatre, on rate 3, it would maybe be 42 - 44.
Maybe a tad more if the guy left the meter on while the woman was faffing about looking for her purse in her bag, then scrabbling in the purse for some money.
That used to drive me nuts.
Tuesday 19 September 2017 2.19pm
An old black Taxi driver once said to me, regarding mini cabs...."they do all our **** work for us".
Wednesday 20 September 2017 11.10am
boroughonian wrote:
An old black Taxi driver once said to me, regarding mini cabs...."they do all our **** work for us".

Was that you boroughonian, how you doing?
I digress, on the subject of Jan's Welbeck Cars experience, I'm reminded of what an old cab driver told me about them.
When the Renault Dauphines first hit the streets, naturally, black cab drivers at the time were a tad miffed.
They would phone the Welbeck number, and ask for a pick up by a mythical person, e.g., "Can you pick up Dr. Livingstone, at the corner of Kensington Gore and Exhibition Road?"
Set in a niche there, at the Royal Geographical Society, is a statue of David Livingstone.
A Dauphine would sit there patiently, until he got fed up, or got moved on.
Another one was for Mr. Golden, corner of Giltspur Street and Cock Lane, Smithfield, there is the Golden Boy statue, erected where the Great Fire is said to have stopped.
Sounds all childish now, but it must have been like Candid Camera then, a great practical joke.

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