Ran across the child who is Kevin Young tonight. Gosh has he got a screw loose.
Usual threats of violence, but we can forget them. Likes to think he's a big shot. Goes with his taxi illusion.
So, when he came to me on the rank I couldn't help myself asking when he was going to grow up. We'll you could have blown me down with a feather, because he started a childish dance, in the middle of the street, at the mood rank, just to prove what childish is, and how childish he is.
I nearly pee'd myself laughing.
Anyway, I'd spotted him earlier doing the long neck gig, you know what I mean, plank races to drive past, so he can eyeball the licence plate. Seems important to him, because he thinks his status will be enhanced with his amoebic pals, to tell them the car Taylor's driving.
But all they had to do was ask medallion man. Cos he saw me last night. Gosh I actually shook his hands. I had to go straight home to get the bacteriacidal gel into the pores. My old mother's sick, I don't want her contaminated by anything status quo taxi, do I?
I wonder if the high dependency unit has a separate feed line to sterilise against such contamination.
Anyway, on hearing the title of this muse, the hapless Young challenged me to spell it. Now, you would only do that with a big word, wouldn't you?
So, to hapless Young boy of Central - no I'll resist spelling it for him

has to believe that temerity is a big word.
To the rotund him its probably as big as pies, or buns, or toffee. Yes Kevin, did you get the joke?
So, the proud boy, dead chuffed he can try to ingratiate himself with his fellow cretins, will proudly announce Taylor's drive number.
Problem is though, this isn't a simpleton owner who thinks he can hide his taxi by placing a wheelie bin in front of the plate - that has to be David Copperfield mentality - no this paragon of taxi ownership is none other than a - wait for irt - none other than a - I'm getting there - none other than ------ another Niddrie boy.
Quality or what?
BTW Kevin. I did notice the quality of the paint job on your heap. Very nice. Was it expensive? Has your insurance premium gone up?
Oh dear, will I now have feckwit Frank and his keystone cops fretting that they've just unearthed a clue? Pause to allow me to quake in my boots.
BTW2 Note to self - Pop a copy of Cluedo into the post for hapless Frankie boy's Christmas.
It'll save him heading back to Tulliallan to play the part of Colonel Mustard in the latest training pish up, when he can do it at home, and just email his moves in.
Now that's what really saving taxpayers' hard cash means
Sleep tight Kevvy babes, I wouldn't want a little cherub like you to come to any harm before morning.
God save our gracious trade
Long live our noble trade
God save our trade
Send it victorious
Happy and glorious
Long to rip everyone off
God save trade.
Fast forward to verse 2 and play:-
Rebellious PH to crush.
Now sweetie boy, when you thought you were warning me to watch what I writ

(sic) on the forum, was this what you had in mind?
Methinks you have all the attributes to get on Central's commitee. You'd be the super intellect amongst them, no doubt about that.
Hey, all you Central numpties, I'll vote for Kevvy babes.
