I was in Vicar Street in April to see the Drop Kick Murphys (yes they were excellent) when it was over i was expecting to see a line of taxis doing the Thorazine shuffle outside, but not a one to be seen. We had to walk down to Jurys where there was an old lad sitting in his taxi reading the paper, I tapped on the window and knocked him out of a daydream, Yes he said he'd be delighted to bring us to our hotel, We weren't gone long, when we passed a rank with about 150 taxis sitting waiting for Godot. What's that all about with a thousand people looking for a lift.