I'm coming down the airport hill about 9.45am after dropping a fare at the nest and see yet another FN job waiting to go to the airport, the Cork city marathon is on and the next FN job is on the marathon route but I take the job hoping that I can find a route there and back. I approach the first hi-vis attendant and plamause him to let me through and he sends me on to see a Guard at the next junction, I show the Guard my FN job on-screen and he reluctantly lets me pass, on next to yet another hi-vis attendant and tell him of my pick-up beside the football stadium in St Annes park, he too lets me pass but sez; "I'm letting ya in but I might not let you out as the runners are coming !". I heed his warning and high-tail it up St Annes park where Two yanks (Nathan and his misses) are standing on the street with suitcases waiting fer me, I'm outta the cab and loading the cases at speed telling Nathan; "Hurry up, we really have to go, the marathon is coming this way", a very bemused Nathan is looking at me thinking that I was a tad mad as he knew nothing about any marathon but he complies with my insistence's and again we leg it down St Annes park, just as we approach the junction coming on to the marathon course a Guard on a motorbike with the flashing blue light crosses in front of us followed by a runner !! "SHITE, SHITE, FOOK, SHITE, FOOK !!", I tell Nathan; "That's the lead runner in the marathon !".
