... but is there anyone out there brave enough for Taylor to drive for them?
It would appear that a £30 heater valve - the customers were complaining about being unable to turn off the heat,- was too much for the erstwhile boss, who complained that with putting the car through its test he hadn't time to get out to work to earn.
Except when I picked the car up last saturday there was just £35 on the meter.
The guy didn't ever want to work. He wanted the illusion of being a taxi boss but couldn't graft.
So the 11 grand I paid him didn't merit replacing the heater valve that the customers deserved for the sheckels they're paying.
This car has just gone through its test. It appears that our hapless cab inspector's team couldn't spot this. A moron looking at the encrusted valve in the engine compartment would wonder. But not Frank's lads. Of course, we've already questioned Frank's powers of deduction. Seems his malaise has filtered down to his boys. And it wouldn't be hard to find on a 15 year old cab. Why do we allow 15 year old cabs in the fleet anyway? If you can't aford to invest in a decent cab, why do you have a licence when those who don't wouldn't touch a bucket like this?
So Taylor doesn't have a drive.
(Cue universal rejoicing and smugness on behalf of all the taxi "businessmen" drunk with the illusion.)
I think I'll just toddle off to North Berwick, compete with the Skull's new venture, drive him out of business and back into the bosom of those who are beneath him 9in the taxi trade. I can't think of a single reason why he should be allowed to enjoy his life when there's real grief to be enjoyed here.
Or I could just become Toots' lesbian lover. No; we all know don't we ...
Or Captain Cab's linguistic guru. If his meanderings in the rag improve you'll all know he's taken my offer up but just isn't cracking on.
Or Dougie's psychotherapist? No, I don't think even I'm ready for such a challenge.
Or bite swannee's bum. Perhaps not.
Or I could just chill.
I think I'll just ....
