You'll all be disappointed to know that I very narrowly avoided a head-on at reasonable speed with a taxi yesterday. Quite early in the day, well before the trainee parasites started rioting. Came down a clear Haymarket, swung into Orange Street and there was a Schmutzige Yiddisher Schwarzer heading straight for me - about fifteen yards away. I swerved, Hymie didn't. Just missed the scumbag. He quickly fucked off before I could even take his number, never mind follow the slag.
What made this all the more amusing was that there was a fucking scum rozzer parked up in a carrier, not forty yards down the fucking street - well this side of Whitcomb. The piece of vermin was looking down at something between his legs. (I though Dazzler might have been "interviewing" him for a moment, now he's got a taste for it.) I gave the pig some shit. He was from Barcelona... or Barking... and was just checking to see if Orange Street was one-way, as he didn't know the area.
Have to admire the front of the Schmutz, who must have spotted the woodentop and thought he'd just drive past the thick piece of vermin anyway.
Better luck next time.