Irish Taxi Forum
Public Area => Taxi Talk => Topic started by: Rat Catcher on September 08, 2018, 12:01:55 pm
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My younger young lad thinks he lost his wallet in a taxi from Swords (opposite the McDonalds unofficial) to the beautiful seaside resort town of Balbriggan - multi drop/stop to collect cans - around 04:00 this morning. Saloon car and he thinks the driver's name was Keith. No cash in the wallet, just an age card and a few other bits and pieces.
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So what are you looking for .Are you just informing us of the loss .If so Lost a few quid in the Bookies .
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Another gimp thinking we give a fuk!
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That young young lad sounds fairly clued in .Telling the Old Man he has no cash .Dont ever want to let on you are solvent just in case you need tomake a withdrawal from the bank of daddy .
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Another gimp thinking we give a fuk!
He'll learn!
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Was it a Toyota avensis??
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i fucking hate swords.
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Yeah, its full of cunts. Especially The Venue
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179 Keith's registered, good luck with your search.
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179 Keith's registered, good luck with your search.
It's obviously a black Keith.
From blackbriggan
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Yeah, its full of cunts. Especially The Venue
You're not wrong....never pick up from the kip anymore!
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Had a runner in Skerries last night. Was doing well up to 3oc. Got this guy to Skerries €72. Got back to city at 6 with what I had at 3. Cop in Ballbriggan maybe of help next week. Cop shop in Skerries closed. Lights on, car outside, no answer to knock on door. A longish story, but know where he lives. Attempted assault (by him). Dangerous territory the greater Ballbriggan area, dodgy characters up there.
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Had a runner in Skerries last night. Was doing well up to 3oc. Got this guy to Skerries €72. Got back to city at 6 with what I had at 3. Cop in Ballbriggan maybe of help next week. Cop shop in Skerries closed. Lights on, car outside, no answer to knock on door. A longish story, but know where he lives. Attempted assault (by him). Dangerous territory the greater Ballbriggan area, dodgy characters up there.
Long journeys I want to see cash before we move.
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you could atomic bomb balbriggan and nobody would hear about it for a couple of months.
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Had a runner in Skerries last night. Was doing well up to 3oc. Got this guy to Skerries €72. Got back to city at 6 with what I had at 3. Cop in Ballbriggan maybe of help next week. Cop shop in Skerries closed. Lights on, car outside, no answer to knock on door. A longish story, but know where he lives. Attempted assault (by him). Dangerous territory the greater Ballbriggan area, dodgy characters up there.
Tell us the story Harry, we love a good story on here.
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Had a runner in Skerries last night. Was doing well up to 3oc. Got this guy to Skerries €72. Got back to city at 6 with what I had at 3. Cop in Ballbriggan maybe of help next week. Cop shop in Skerries closed. Lights on, car outside, no answer to knock on door. A longish story, but know where he lives. Attempted assault (by him). Dangerous territory the greater Ballbriggan area, dodgy characters up there.
Oooh .. Painful. Had one before in Skerries. Luckily yer man left his empty wallet in the car so I could reunite him with it.
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Had a runner in Skerries last night. Was doing well up to 3oc. Got this guy to Skerries €72. Got back to city at 6 with what I had at 3. Cop in Ballbriggan maybe of help next week. Cop shop in Skerries closed. Lights on, car outside, no answer to knock on door. A longish story, but know where he lives. Attempted assault (by him). Dangerous territory the greater Ballbriggan area, dodgy characters up there.
I have some Not so nice friends in Skerries( Cabbies too)
I'm sure we could pop around for an informal chat.
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Just gonna type up letter and post it. A good possibility that he might be a different person when sober, than the disorientated headcase he was when he was woken up for directions upon arriving in Skerries. About 32-35. Spent 40 minutes looking for him in Skerries after he legged it, while I was knocking on the door of the police station, which was brightly lit up with a police car outside but no one answered the door or the phone.
Just about to give up when I saw him on a back street. Actually got him back in the car, and got him to the road where he lived. Even there he couldn't identify the route to his house. I googled the house number, 50 metres further around a bend. He had moments of seeming halfway reasonable, to making several attempts to assualt me without actually making contact, while I backed away all the time. When I went back to the car to try to contact Ballbriggan plod he tried to pull me out of the car, but was quickly persuaded that he had overestimated his capacity, and underestimated mine. Let him head back to his house, and we shall see...
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Just gonna type up letter and post it. A good possibility that he might be a different person when sober, than the disorientated headcase he was when he was woken up for directions upon arriving in Skerries. About 32-35. Spent 40 minutes looking for him in Skerries after he legged it, while I was knocking on the door of the police station, which was brightly lit up with a police car outside but no one answered the door or the phone.
Just about to give up when I saw him on a back street. Actually got him back in the car, and got him to the road where he lived. Even there he couldn't identify the route to his house. I googled the house number, 50 metres further around a bend. He had moments of seeming halfway reasonable, to making several attempts to assualt me without actually making contact, while I backed away all the time. When I went back to the car to try to contact Ballbriggan plod he tried to pull me out of the car, but was quickly persuaded that he had overestimated his capacity, and underestimated mine. Let him head back to his house, and we shall see...
Why didn't you take a loan of his phone out of his skyrocket .
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Big admission here. After 15 yrs at it I'm stll making mistakes. En route I heard his phone dropping down the side of his seat. Unbelieveably for me, in hindsight,when we were in a good phase of conversation and to assire bona fides, I foolishly made him awarenthat his phone had fallen.......and I retrieved it for him.....DOH! One of these days I have to stop being a gobshite. Letter poste; on va voir.
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Hopefully it'll be a happy ending....not in a Frankey,prostate massage sort of way...but in sayin that...
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Big admission here. After 15 yrs at it I'm stll making mistakes. En route I heard his phone dropping down the side of his seat. Unbelieveably for me, in hindsight,when we were in a good phase of conversation and to assire bona fides, I foolishly made him awarenthat his phone had fallen.......and I retrieved it for him.....DOH! One of these days I have to stop being a gobshite. Letter poste; on va voir.
Don't tell us anymore,
Maybe you should try another occupation,
You'd make a good charity worker.
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Big admission here. After 15 yrs at it I'm stll making mistakes. En route I heard his phone dropping down the side of his seat. Unbelieveably for me, in hindsight,when we were in a good phase of conversation and to assire bona fides, I foolishly made him awarenthat his phone had fallen.......and I retrieved it for him.....DOH! One of these days I have to stop being a gobshite. Letter poste; on va voir.
That's hardly a mistake, I did the same fer a customer last night who dropped his wallet after taking out his bank card and walking to the ATM. You weren't to know he was gonna do a Runner at that stage.
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Just gonna type up letter and post it. A good possibility that he might be a different person when sober, than the disorientated headcase he was when he was woken up for directions upon arriving in Skerries. About 32-35. Spent 40 minutes looking for him in Skerries after he legged it, while I was knocking on the door of the police station, which was brightly lit up with a police car outside but no one answered the door or the phone.
Just about to give up when I saw him on a back street. Actually got him back in the car, and got him to the road where he lived. Even there he couldn't identify the route to his house. I googled the house number, 50 metres further around a bend. He had moments of seeming halfway reasonable, to making several attempts to assualt me without actually making contact, while I backed away all the time. When I went back to the car to try to contact Ballbriggan plod he tried to pull me out of the car, but was quickly persuaded that he had overestimated his capacity, and underestimated mine. Let him head back to his house, and we shall see...
You have the law on your side here Harry, HE attempted to assault you, HE attempted to drag you from your vehicle, He did a Runner which is a criminal offence as in non-payment of services. Any solictor would be only delighted to take your case, that is if he turns out to be a half decent citizen, if he is a Hoodie scumbag then forget it, the law have no interest in them.
After all your strife I definately would not be settling fer the 72Euro fare. I did that years ago settling fer the price of a new pair of glasses and 2 nights off the road after getting a kick in the bollocks and a black eye from some youngfella who happened to be the spoilt son of a sportswear shop owner, it still galls me to know that I let him off so easy.
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Excerpt from 'Taxi Diaries';
Chapter 7. Assault, (Part 1).
I was cruising the Douglas area of Cork looking for a fare at about 12.45am one Saturday night,
not a sinner to be seen anywhere, so I parked up outside the Briar rose bar,
(Not a regular haunt of mine as it would have been my 'local' for many years as a teenager,
and truth be told, myself and my drinking buddies from Ardfallen would probably have paid for
most of the big extension they had added onto the back many years earlier).
After only a few minutes waiting outside in the cab this young lad about 20,
approaches my cab and asks; "Are you free ?",
I obviously respond; "Of course, jump in",
having no idea of what trouble was looming ahead, he seemed a nice young lad,
pleasant tone, well groomed, designer jeans, Real Madrid soccer top,
but he was very agitated and breathing heavily through his nose.
He rang his girlfriend 'Trisha' and started roaring at her to leave Mangans niteclub
and to meet him outside Burger-king, he rang her about Five more times on the way in,
saying the same thing and getting more abusive by the call, even telling her he was
waiting outside the door of Burger-king while he was actually in my taxi on the way into town,
as it turned out his mates were winding him up by text messages,
telling him that 'his girlfriend was snogging another fella in a niteclub on Patrick street'
and this had driven him completely mad.
We arrived at HMV across from Burger-king and he jumps out and runs up the road
to meet his on-coming girlfriend, a lovely little thing, about 19 or 20, blonde and about
5ft 1 or 2 in height with a mini-skirt, he starts roaring abuse at her immediately
and then he head-butts her, I drive up beside them in the taxi
and he continues to push and prod her and pulling at her mini-skirt,
then he head butts her again and I break my most 'Golden Taxi Rule' and intervene,
I leave the safety of my taxi and walk over to them and say;
"Easy lad, ur frighting de life outta de poor girl",
he replies; "Fukc off, she's MY girlfriend",
I tell him; ''Well, you don't own her, she is a human being''
and he calms down a bit and then his buddy comes along, arriving out
of one of the side streets and asks; ''Is this taxi-driver hassel'n you ?",
I knew I was in trouble then and I start to back away, but the first guy is still calm,
so I ask him for the 12 euro fare and I am told to; ''Fukc off'',
So I tell him; ''I'm gonna get the guards''
and he 'loses it' and kicks out at me, catching me in the groin,
I think to myself, 'Yes, we are on Patrick Street, it's all on CCTV'
and I back away slowly, not really giving a shit if he hit me or not,
again he lashed out with his fist, a wild cowboy punch and caught
me on top of the head, most probably hurt his fist more than my head
and again another wild punch, caught me just on the side of my head
between eye and ear and glanced off, but I got a nice 'shiner' to show for it !
This young lad had no martial arts training as a young boy,
if he had any training at all in the fighting field, he would have 'put me away' easily,
I had thought to retreat to my armory within my taxi,
which included a stanley knife (preferred weapon of the english football hooligan)
or a Hammer and Screwdriver (preferred weapons of the eastern european football hooligan)
basic essentials really for a Cork Night time driver,
obviously these tools are held within the car for emergency repair work on the vehicle
and are definitely not for display under the close scrutiny of St Patrick street CCTV cameras.
Then he backs off to abuse girlfriend some more,
who was now tugging at him to pull him away from me
and I retreated to the safety of my car to call the gardai at 1.11am
and told them; ''I'd been assaulted and to send a squad car''.
In the meantime the young lad had viciously grabbed his girlfriend by the arm
and had dragged her across Patrick Street, over by Porters book shop,
where another young man had intervened to stop him from abusing her,
a large fist fight evolved between them, firstly standing and punching,
then the first lad was thrown onto the bonnet of a taxi parked outside Porters
and ended up with three of them grappling on the ground, the first lad was now
bare-chested as top and teeshirt had been ripped off of him,
anyway that eventually broke up and still no sign of a Guard
and the first guy was running bare-chested around Marlboro st
abusing everyone he could see.
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Chapter 7. Assault, (Part 2).
So I rang the Guards again at 1.16am.
I got a different guard this time and she took all the details Again, eventually a squad car arrived in
Patrick street at 1.18am and the guards took the first fella into a bus shelter and sat him down.
Jeez ! He was like a little alter boy now and he didn't even give me the 'evil eye' when I came over,
so the guards took a brief statement from me and another young lad and arrested and handcuffed
him and took him off to the Bridewell in a squad-car.
AND who was sitting next to him in the bus shelter holding his hand,
while the guards were questioning him ?
His F'N young blonde girlfriend !
Golden Rule, Never Intervene,
BUT if the same thing happened tomorrow, I would do the same all over again,
I'd like to think someone would do it for my daughter.
I told this story to all in the taxi for the next week I worked and showed them me 'shiner'
and got great tips, Two guys even insisted on taking my number.
One auld fella who I was dropping out to Togher said to me on way out of Taxi;
"Jesus man, ur all fukced up, but if there was more like you in the world, it would be a better place",
and that was nice to hear from an auld lad.
I spent the next Two weeks avoiding my Mother and Sister with my 'Shiner',
God knows they both worry enough about me working the mean streets,
without turning up on their doorstep with a black-eye !
The Monday after the assault, I headed for my local optician to get an estimate of how much it
would be to replace my glasses which had been damaged in the assault, my glasses were old,
but none the less, when I bought them a few years back, they were top of the range designer frames,
also I wear vari-focal lens, which are the most expensive.
I told my story to my optician of the assault on the Saturday night and she wrote me up an estimate,
for about 800Euro for designer frames and vari-focal lens.
The week after, I got a call from a most gentlemanly guard asking me to call to the station to make a statement,
I called to Angelsea street Garda station by appointment a few nights later armed with my opticians estimate
and I met the same guard who had rang me earlier in the week, a most pleasant and patient man.
I was taken off to a small room to make my statement, which more or less amounted to what is written above,
I produced my estimate for broken glasses and added on Two nights loss of earnings, Sat & Sun, 200Euro per night,
as obviously I was too distressed to work on after on the Sat night and still too distressed to check in on Sun night.
I also added on the fare of 15Euro from the Briar Rose into town, which included the waiting time while I was being assaulted.
The guard had a glint in his eye when he saw all my bills coming in and he told me the young lad had been most unruly after
he was arrested, he was kicking out and lashing at guards in the station and calling them all retards.
A few weeks later I got another call from the same guard and made arrangements to meet him again.
We met up again but he had changed his tune very much this time and he went on to tell me that;
"The young lad was from a very respectable home in the Ballinlough area,
Apologies had been issued all over and that the boys father wished to meet me
and settle up the bill".
I was given 'Daddies' number to ring, so I rang a few days later and got through to the lads Daddy,
I had No interest in going through the whole story on the phone with him, so I asked for his address
and told him I would print and drop a copy of the story (as printed above) through his letterbox,
and he could then revert to me. I got his address and a few nights later I dropped off a printed copy of
the story through his letterbox, there was a big shiny black 4x4 in the drive and also a black boy-racer car,
my immediate thoughts were to 'key' the boy-racers car, but I refrained knowing that I was chasing a greater prize.
The lads Daddy rang me a few days later and we arranged to meet in a hotel car-park.
I arrived on the morning a few minutes early but the Daddy was already waiting for me
and beckoned me over to his black 4x4, he had drafted up a typed declaration for me to sign,
basically saying that; 'this was an end to all proceedings'.
I signed it without a problem, all I wanted was an end to the situation as well.
Daddy handed me a cheque for about 1200Euro, we shook hands and parted,
neither of us having much respect for the other.
They got away lightly and I knew it, if I had got a solicitor involved it would have been at least 4k in his fees alone,
before we even started on my trauma and injuries, loss of full eyesight, mentally and emotionally scarred,
unable to sleep, loss of earnings, Etc....
A further phone call from the nice guard had me in the Garda station for a third time and he asked me if I
wished to sign off on the case, and that I had been compensated, I (stupidly) agreed.
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Was it a Toyota avensis??
No idea.
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Was it a Toyota avensis??
No idea.
Does the receipt not have the information on it?? rofl rofl
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Bad luck, Harold. Had a runner up above in Dublin myself last week but it was only €6 so I didn't bat an eye lid never mind consider running after the little cunt. Was it a mytaxi job?
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Bad luck, Harold. Had a runner up above in Dublin myself last week but it was only €6 so I didn't bat an eye lid never mind consider running after the little cunt. Was it a mytaxi job?
Street flag.
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Big admission here. After 15 yrs at it I'm stll making mistakes. En route I heard his phone dropping down the side of his seat. Unbelieveably for me, in hindsight,when we were in a good phase of conversation and to assire bona fides, I foolishly made him awarenthat his phone had fallen.......and I retrieved it for him.....DOH! One of these days I have to stop being a gobshite. Letter poste; on va voir.
Don't tell us anymore,
Maybe you should try another occupation,
You'd make a good charity worker.
Nah, as mentioned before, I don't like people, shoulda been a surgeon.
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Big admission here. After 15 yrs at it I'm stll making mistakes. En route I heard his phone dropping down the side of his seat. Unbelieveably for me, in hindsight,when we were in a good phase of conversation and to assire bona fides, I foolishly made him awarenthat his phone had fallen.......and I retrieved it for him.....DOH! One of these days I have to stop being a gobshite. Letter poste; on va voir.
A strongly worded letter wrapping around a house brick.
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Street flag.
Side effect of mytaxi's success - there's a far greater concentration of scum among street work. Where did you pick him up?
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Street flag.
Side effect of mytaxi's success - there's a far greater concentration of scum among street work. Where did you pick him up?
The Green l, footpath opposite Shelbourne Hotel
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I don't work that area but I'd imagine it's dodgy enough at that hour of the morning. I'm guessing he tricked you into believing you were stopping for a couple or a group and just got in on his own... back when I did work the city it woulda been rare for a taxman to stop for a bloke on his own at a busy period, that's who ranks are for.
We could be getting to a stage where older drivers won't risk any street hails. One has to consider why they don't want to use an app. Even with the very few street jobs I accept I had a runner up above in Dublin last week and that run in with the traveller who stole my mobile telephone in Celbridge a while back... makes one think twice.
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NahI if they tuen out to be dodgy I'ld prefer to deal with 1 than 4. I'ld be even more worried about 2.
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You did break the 'Golden rule' there Harry; "Never leave the car during an incident",
I'm not critisizing you as I have broken it myself a few times, but in thinking about it
and as the years advance I won't be breaking the 'Golden rule' anymore.
We just don't know what they have consumed, your client sounds like he had a
good dose of Ketamin or MMDA inside of him and all washed down with alcohol.
Also we don't know what concealed weapons they might be carrying or if indeed
they are trained martial arts fighters or boxers, we just don't know !
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The eyes are the mirrors of the soul....not so with drugs...8 ball haemorrhages take their place.
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If that's the golden rule, what's rule number one Ken?
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If that's the golden rule, what's rule number one Ken?
Ask Gibbs from NCIS!!
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If that's the golden rule, what's rule number one Ken?
El Tonio might explain more than me as he has a lot more rules than anyone else.
Fer me on street hails during the Jungle hours, in no particular order;
No Hoodies.
No food or drink in hand.
No wobblers.
No gangs of young males.
No holding on to a pole or a wall.
No one standing in the middle of the road.
Leg and/or cleavage is always good !
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1. No peoplewith the faces of cunts
2. No dinner jackets
3. No posh horse faces
4. No scruffy cunts
5. No trekkies
6. No hoodies
7. No food scum
8. No wellies
9. No cravat wearing arseholes
10. No singers
11. No Tommy Hilfigers
12. No Roma
13. No Do as ya likeys
14. No Whistlers
15. No dribblers
16. Never get out of your car
17. Get collateral for any job you'd be upset to take a hit on by any means possible including temporarily robbing their phone/wallet until the journey is over.
18. Quiz everyone on everything about themselves so you know where to look if they act the cunt.
19. Position drivers seat highest in the car and further back than the front passenger so youve an advantage in a punch swinging scenario.
20. Hurley in the boot (and a sliotar) for playing fetch with yer dog
21. Doors locked when on a rank, official or unofficial
22. Never get out of your car
23. Lock doors when unhired
24. Quiz gangs of lads if approached on a rank to gauge cuntiness, same rule applied if flagged on the street
25. Don't eat packets of ham for your lunch
26. Don't work Wrights Venue.. Full of cunts
27. Don't rant about jigs with anyone
28. Don't moan at pax about where theyre going
29. Don't be a hungry cunt
30. Never get out of your car...
I think that just about covers it..
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Sounds like you drive around empty all the time Al....are ye drivin a taxi or bleedin sightseeing?
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Just selective Hal. Once cunts get in its terrible hard to get them out. I still make as much as any other driver.. Theres always gonna be drivers that will pick up the aforementioned undesirables.. I'm a fookin professional driver :D
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16. Never get out of your car
22. Never get out of your car
30. Never get out of your car...
I think that just about covers it..
That just about sums up the 'Golden Rule' !
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1. No peoplewith the faces of cunts
2. No dinner jackets
3. No posh horse faces
4. No scruffy cunts
5. No trekkies
6. No hoodies
7. No food scum
8. No wellies
9. No cravat wearing arseholes
10. No singers
11. No Tommy Hilfigers
12. No Roma
13. No Do as ya likeys
14. No Whistlers
15. No dribblers
16. Never get out of your car
17. Get collateral for any job you'd be upset to take a hit on by any means possible including temporarily robbing their phone/wallet until the journey is over.
18. Quiz everyone on everything about themselves so you know where to look if they act the cunt.
19. Position drivers seat highest in the car and further back than the front passenger so youve an advantage in a punch swinging scenario.
20. Hurley in the boot (and a sliotar) for playing fetch with yer dog
21. Doors locked when on a rank, official or unofficial
22. Never get out of your car
23. Lock doors when unhired
24. Quiz gangs of lads if approached on a rank to gauge cuntiness, same rule applied if flagged on the street
25. Don't eat packets of ham for your lunch
26. Don't work Wrights Venue.. Full of cunts
27. Don't rant about jigs with anyone
28. Don't moan at pax about where theyre going
29. Don't be a hungry cunt
30. Never get out of your car...
I think that just about covers it..
That's really Irish.
Hurley in the Boot.
Never get out of the Car.
Lol
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Man charged with murder when burglar breaks in and he stabs him with a knife he took upstairs from the kitchen....
Man is held on suspicion of manslaughter when burglar breaks in and he stabs him with a knife he took upstairs, when he was about to peel an apple, from the kitchen...
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Didn't the police drop that charge?
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Where, when? Was it Jamie Oliver?
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Man charged with murder when burglar breaks in and he stabs him with a knife he took upstairs from the kitchen....
Man is held on suspicion of manslaughter when burglar breaks in and he stabs him with a knife he took upstairs, when he was about to peel an apple, from the kitchen...
Did he Appeel?
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1. No peoplewith the faces of cunts
2. No dinner jackets
3. No posh horse faces
4. No scruffy cunts
5. No trekkies
6. No hoodies
7. No food scum
8. No wellies
9. No cravat wearing arseholes
10. No singers
11. No Tommy Hilfigers
12. No Roma
13. No Do as ya likeys
14. No Whistlers
15. No dribblers
16. Never get out of your car
17. Get collateral for any job you'd be upset to take a hit on by any means possible including temporarily robbing their phone/wallet until the journey is over.
18. Quiz everyone on everything about themselves so you know where to look if they act the cunt.
19. Position drivers seat highest in the car and further back than the front passenger so youve an advantage in a punch swinging scenario.
20. Hurley in the boot (and a sliotar) for playing fetch with yer dog
21. Doors locked when on a rank, official or unofficial
22. Never get out of your car
23. Lock doors when unhired
24. Quiz gangs of lads if approached on a rank to gauge cuntiness, same rule applied if flagged on the street
25. Don't eat packets of ham for your lunch
26. Don't work Wrights Venue.. Full of cunts
27. Don't rant about jigs with anyone
28. Don't moan at pax about where theyre going
29. Don't be a hungry cunt
30. Never get out of your car...
I think that just about covers it..
That's really Irish.
Hurley in the Boot.
Never get out of the Car.
Lol
Well, ya have to eat and piss :)
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1. No peoplewith the faces of cunts
2. No dinner jackets
3. No posh horse faces
4. No scruffy cunts
5. No trekkies
6. No hoodies
7. No food scum
8. No wellies
9. No cravat wearing arseholes
10. No singers
11. No Tommy Hilfigers
12. No Roma
13. No Do as ya likeys
14. No Whistlers
15. No dribblers
16. Never get out of your car
17. Get collateral for any job you'd be upset to take a hit on by any means possible including temporarily robbing their phone/wallet until the journey is over.
18. Quiz everyone on everything about themselves so you know where to look if they act the cunt.
19. Position drivers seat highest in the car and further back than the front passenger so youve an advantage in a punch swinging scenario.
20. Hurley in the boot (and a sliotar) for playing fetch with yer dog
21. Doors locked when on a rank, official or unofficial
22. Never get out of your car
23. Lock doors when unhired
24. Quiz gangs of lads if approached on a rank to gauge cuntiness, same rule applied if flagged on the street
25. Don't eat packets of ham for your lunch
26. Don't work Wrights Venue.. Full of cunts
27. Don't rant about jigs with anyone
28. Don't moan at pax about where theyre going
29. Don't be a hungry cunt
30. Never get out of your car...
I think that just about covers it..
That's really Irish.
Hurley in the Boot.
Never get out of the Car.
Lol
Well, ya have to eat and piss :)
Not during a row.Unless yer swallowing yer own teeth while pissing yerself.
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Thats as possible as anything else in this game.
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If you're 100% sure you're not being patronised by a cunt, agree with everything he says.
Similarly if you pick up 24 karat dirt, feign interest in all the dirt that comes out of their scaldy gobs.
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Ok lol
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Thats as possible as anything else in this game.
Without swelling your Pox Dooblin head too much Gerry,
I have actually learned a lot about the night time game
from your posts over the years.
The night time game is so different the the day time game,
by day it's mostly sober customers who chat about the weather
and sometimes give small tips.
By night, IT'S WHATEVER !!
And to repeat your comment from a few years back which has
always stuck by me and I have often quoted it within the Cab;
"Ya need a certain type of madness to be a night time Taxi driver !".
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If you're 100% sure you're not being patronised by a cunt, agree with everything he says.
Similarly if you pick up 24 karat dirt, feign interest in all the dirt that comes out of their scaldy gobs.
Fer me in the night time game, it's "Yes Sir, No Sir, Three Bags Full Sir !"
and I will tell them everything they want to hear and agree with
everything they have to say fer the 10 minute journey.
I 'Play my Mark' as I see fit, I won't Rob them or Con them,
but I will 'Play' them fer tips and fer my own personal safety.
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Man charged with murder when burglar breaks in and he stabs him with a knife he took upstairs from the kitchen....
Man is held on suspicion of manslaughter when burglar breaks in and he stabs him with a knife he took upstairs, when he was about to peel an apple, from the kitchen...
Did he Appeel?
Wanko can claim the hurl and sliotar were in his car as he likes to practice slapping it against a wall(yeah) when not busy. If Wanko had only the hurl...it could be interpreted that he had it for more nefarious reasons. "Hurling is played in Eire, whereas baseball is not", Justice.
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Fer example; I got Two knackers in the cab last weekend (by chance) asking to go to Mahon (Halting site), I'm thinking 'Bollocks' less than a 50/50 chance of getting paid and a small possibility of getting robbed.
I'm thinking 'Game Face On, ya can Play 'em Cashie' to myself and I did.
Along the journey I gave them the whole history of Mahon from the Seventies, I showed them the old road which is now derelict in to Mahon and the old stone bridge which used to be the main road in to Mahon and where the old dump used to be and told them of my youth Dazzling rabbits with hounds on the grounds of which is now their homes.
The fare was 12Euro 'n odd at the end, the knacker hands me 15 with a; "Keep the change, Jaysus ! I never knew any of that, Thanks very much Mr Taxi driver, your a Sound man".
Fer me 'Job Done', I 'Played my Mark' and Won !
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A lot of luck involved in that job Belker. Them cunts are like russian roulette. I've had more bad than good experiences with them tbh.
The words Howya boss! is enough to cleanse me colon..
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A 50/50 chance coming home with nothing...after having a good night!
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I sense a plethora of "what the butler saw" bore-fests tout suite. Amazing how his chief antagonists have now become his protagonists.
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Be nice Lippy.
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, Gerry............ok....I'll be nice.
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I know that fella. Drives a taxi in Bray
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Pic not great...my fault. Got sent that by a famous gay lad who lives near me...the mistake is mine not his.
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A lot of luck involved in that job Belker. Them cunts are like russian roulette. I've had more bad than good experiences with them tbh.
The words Howya boss! is enough to cleanse me colon..
"8
It's the aftershave that gets my back up "There Hugo Boss". 8)
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Big admission here. After 15 yrs at it I'm stll making mistakes. En route I heard his phone dropping down the side of his seat. Unbelieveably for me, in hindsight,when we were in a good phase of conversation and to assire bona fides, I foolishly made him awarenthat his phone had fallen.......and I retrieved it for him.....DOH! One of these days I have to stop being a gobshite. Letter poste; on va voir.
Don't tell us anymore,
Maybe you should try another occupation,
You'd make a good charity worker.
Nah, as mentioned before, I don't like people, shoulda been a surgeon.
Result: Am at t my daughter's wedding here in Cork ( thanks for the offer of help Ken but daughter very efficient and had shuttles all organised). Anyway, just got an email return from letter to said "client". Payment will be organised on Monday by texted cabapp link. Going to the bar now to spend that fare.
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Big admission here. After 15 yrs at it I'm stll making mistakes. En route I heard his phone dropping down the side of his seat. Unbelieveably for me, in hindsight,when we were in a good phase of conversation and to assire bona fides, I foolishly made him awarenthat his phone had fallen.......and I retrieved it for him.....DOH! One of these days I have to stop being a gobshite. Letter poste; on va voir.
Don't tell us anymore,
Maybe you should try another occupation,
You'd make a good charity worker.
Nah, as mentioned before, I don't like people, shoulda been a surgeon.
Result: Am at t my daughter's wedding here in Cork ( thanks for the offer of help Ken but daughter very efficient and had shuttles all organised). Anyway, just got an email return from letter to said "client". Payment will be organised on Monday by texted cabapp link. Going to the bar now to spend that fare.
Enjoy the day and turn off your phone.
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Result: Am at t my daughter's wedding here in Cork ( thanks for the offer of help Ken but daughter very efficient and had shuttles all organised)......
No worries Harry, I had your Back covered all weekend if'n need had been.