I go in some cabs

I am in London for a while and will be spending most of the time in cabs eating pork pies and shouting "Oi, mate!", out of the window. Cabs in London are great. I have already been in four in two days, which is quite good going, even for a cab enthusiast like me).

Taxi rides (various)

Cab 1, yesterday, Kennington to Battersea.

Cab driver: Mobile phones, right?
Me: Yes?
Cab driver: Even tiny kids have 'em.
Me: Tellmeaboutit. In my day, it was all tin cans and string.
Cab driver: Or yoghurt pots and string.
Me: True.
Cab driver: Not much good for long distance calls though.
Me: Also true.
Cab driver: Unless you have a very long piece of string.

Cab 2, yesterday, Battersea to Kennington.

"Excuse me love, got to take this. Billy? Awight mate. Listen, yeah, I know you're on holiday and that but I was wondering ... yeah that's right, Dave was freestyling, had Match of the Day magazine coming down and all that ... yeah... well mate of course I live in Rotherhithe, or is it Surrey Quays? .... Yeah that an' all, mate, remember when they started calling Battersea South Chelsea? Ha ha ha!"


In other news, I am in an office where people ask each other if they fancy a cup of tea, and when they say "a cup of tea", everyone knows what kind of tea they mean. They mean cup of tea tea, not camomile jizz in a fancy mahogany box.

Pip pip!

NWM

P.S. The best ad ever made is here. I know you will like it a lot. Earlier this evening I was unusually tired and weepy (jetlag, weirdness of being in an office in London for the first time in 5 years, shock of having to be in an office talking to people all day, hungry, knee hurts, miss husband, not enough wine), but - and I am not joking - this thing actually cheered me right up, i.e., filled me with joy. You will see what I mean.