After nearly twelve years, I'm dropping my last ever package on Monday afternoon. It would've been Friday but my controller's off, and I'm fucked if I'm handing my radio in to the charisma-free zone that is Scott. I'd like to say I'll miss it and if the company I worked for was still Reuter Brooks, I would, but working for A-Z for the last 15 months means I can't because they are, of course, cunts. I've been a courier for a third of my life, so it'll always be a part of me and I've met a lot of fucking fine people, made a lot of much loved pals, and I'd never have met my lovely missus without it. But passing my cab driving test yesterday and taking up the kind offer of a loan from my mate meant that I could quit three weeks early and, frankly, I'm so disillusioned with the whole gig that I'm off ASAFP.

Once I've done a couple of weeks in the cab, I'll stick a load of cash behind the bar of the Duke (fuck the Foundry, I'm old school) and maybe do an alleycat to see meself off, but for now, if you fancy a jar on Monday from six at the Duke, it'd be lovely to see you.

This is 15/16/A05/C05/twennytwenny/loverlover... signing off.

Congratulations, you've worked hard for it.
I'll see what I can do about getting into London on Monday evening.

Seb.

^up to the top^

see you in there people

oi cabbie j, can you reveal your identity?

just another brick in the reuters exengers
wall!

Lee, slaphead, rode a blue & orange condor pista scratched to fuck. practically lived in the duke. rode for reuters '00-'05 and heaps of companies before that, fucked off to australia mid '05!

oh, except you wouldn't have recognised him... bugger...

Australia? Why?

Cheers, Selimski. Nanu, yes. Been out for a week and a half. Sundays are real good - bought a playstation3 with yesterday's money. Cab's a Fairway and drives like a tank. Getting a slightly newer one this or next week - one of the first of the new shape. Only doing 10 or 15 quid petrol a day, so I'm as good for the air you boys breathe as I can get presently.

I was really looking forward to the first day it rained, which was today. It's a bag of shite. Come home to play with the new toy. It'll pick up later, probably. Even so, can't say I'm missing the job. The riding, yes. The job, no.

If you see me, and it's raining, and I haven't got a fare on, and you want a few minutes respite, or a lift to a shit pick-up, just ask. And I'll tell you to fuck off. No, I won't really.

Rubber side down, mon freres.

I don't, cos I'm renting. If there was one, the garage would take the money. I think you get something like a grand and a half (although I could just be pulling that figure out of my arse) for a year. Fucks your paintwork up if not taken off properly. You will never see me in a cab with that shite on it. When the garage bloke asked me what I wanted, the first thing I said was "Black, no adverts". Although if I had my own, I could be persuaded to put a nice LCEF vinyl on the door...

Why do I open my mouth ever? Black, no adverts, right? I've turned up today to get the new cab. Nice motor, actually has suspension. It also has a big fuck off LBC sticker on both sides. Bah. Could be worse - if it'd been for some fucking hedge fund or something I'd've knocked it back but I can just about live with this for now. You may now call me a corporate cunt. I deserve it.

Shit baby, I won't say a bad thing about you. At least in one town one of us is driving a cab, someone who might cut a brother some slack, that's not a bad thing. Hope your the one who picks me up from heathrow, when I finally make my way there.