Saturday, 20 December 2008
So I have decided to post this today as a sign of intent for the new year. I am not going to post negative thoughts over the Christmas period, instead I am going to post positive ones in the new year.
So to everyone in blogland, Happy (bah) Christmas!
Monday, 17 November 2008
This weekend; 'broke UK' officially started celebrating Xmas, I picked up the first of the seasonal party animals. Although allegedly having no money, they still managed to find enough to get drunk, spew everywhere, throw insults and try to shag their best mate's partner.
Anyway, try and remember that when you get your cab this Xmas, the driver will be sober (hopefully). He will remember what you say, what you do and what you want to do, maybe just maybe it will end up on the WWW
Saturday, 1 November 2008
Tuesday, 21 October 2008
Maciegrace the staunch defender of Margate, has admitted that she finds its population rude and ill mannered.
Rick is getting praise for his Sherlock Holmes impersonation, although there is still passionate pleas for 'brevity' in his chronicles.
Matt of the Thanet Star is not actually a blogger, but a highly paid salesperson for that small corporation Google.
The hypocrite Taxi driver, accusing bloggers of promoting issues like Chinagate above more important issues. Then posting on Chinagate, thus getting more comments than on any other previous post.
ECR our resident Plane spotting, council bashing, defender of the Eastcliff in Ramsgate has spat his dummy out of the pram (if you are prepared to dish it out, be prepared to accept it).
However if you are looking for consistency type 'naked Thanet' or 'aquifer Thanet' into google and our very own Peter and Michael are in the top 5 (varies) results.
Thursday, 9 October 2008
All that Thanet needs now is for the Airport's expansion plans to come to fruitation, and hopefully Planet Fanet will not become a retirement village.
Tuesday, 7 October 2008
I ordered a spare part off the internet, this promptly arrived after 5 days. As it turned out I had ordered the wrong part, so I phoned the customer helpline. At this point I was sweating and shaking with trepidation at speaking to an Indian call centre and being placed on hold for 30 minutes, then when answered me not understanding the person on the other end and vice versa.
But Linda answers within 3 rings, introduces herself and asks how she can help (I nearly fell off the sofa). Within 5 minutes she has identified the correct part, explained I could have it FOC (5 year guarantee). Gives me a free post address to return the part that I incorrectly ordered, and told me that I would get a full refund. The call centre is open 7am to 10pm, 7 days a week.
All I need now is Dyson to supply my gas, electric, internet, phone, etc etc etc.
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
The roadworks between Cliffsend and Sandwich at Richborough power station are officially due to start monday (29/09/08) for 8 weeks, however nobody told the workmen. Work has started, chaos already reigns. Traffic is already queueing from the Lord of the manor roundabout, to get past the temporary lights at the power station. So the alternative is Ebbsfleet lane (between Minster and Cliffsend) except the whole lane was is currently a queue of traffic, also the lane will be closed from the 29th anyway for 8 weeks.
Other alternative is to go down the A253 towards Sarre, turn off for Plucks gutter, head for Wingham, when nearly at Wingham!!!! Turn off for Ash, head for Sandwich.
My advise is get the train.
Saturday, 20 September 2008
Saturday, 13 September 2008
Sunday, 7 September 2008
Well I believe I have the answer. Not Australia (unfortunately) or Afghanistan, not even Margate (due to potential turf wars), they have relocated to another part of Ramsgate. Taxi driver has recently observed during his many hundreds of miles a week around Ramsgate, a mass migration of Ramsgates finest citizens upon the unsuspecting residents of the Westcliff! From drunks on the old motor museum terrace to large gangs of feral youths hanging about Government Acre, perverts frequenting the sunken public toilets and selfish dog owners leaving Fido's mess on the clifftop.
So if the Eastcliff has DG and ECR as its champions, who will step into the role of the Westcliff's champion? I may be wrong, but I cannot see anybody currently who has stepped up to the plate, where is Westcliff Dick?
Sad:- Watching the end of the summer weather that never began.
Funny:- Watching 50 smokers fit under 1 umbrella, in the sodden Ramsgate, Cafe Culture bars.
Thursday, 4 September 2008
That's it I have had enough, all Rugby players leaving Indian restaurants are now banned from my taxi!
I am going to start a campaign to ban smelly and loud flatulence from taxi's. I will start by lobbying the council licencing officer to get the above sign made compulsory. The next step would be for the Council licencing officers to have the power, to issue on the spot fines for all offenders.
As the council licencing officers have already enjoyed much success in applying the smoking ban, I am sure they will relish the opportunity to have their noses up the taxi driver's customers behinds.
Saturday, 30 August 2008
This weeks post is a an observation I have made over the marriage season (mainly the summer months), where the sight of blushing brides and vintage Rollers are common. It should also be noted a very good time for taxi drivers, as Aunt Mable has her twice yearly sherry (the other time being Christmas), and leaves her car at the wedding reception. Anyway back to my point-infidelity.
Maybe its the heady mix of posh frocks and suits, perfume and aftershave combined with the consumption of vast amounts of alcohol, that makes the best man fair game for the bridesmaid and the grooms mother for the usher. It is possible the marriage ceremony it self invokes memories of foot loose times before committing to our partners, which in turn leads to the urge to act upon, rather than dream about our lustful thoughts.
The results of these primeval urges can be viewed across the isle most summer weekends, with the taxi driver being an unwitting alibi, witness and collaborator. The evidence normally involves blood, broken bones, tears (normally the bride), and no doubt divorce proceedings for the guilty parties.
So if your middle aged husband goes to a nightclub after the reception with the young ushers, I suggest you check where the chief bridesmaid is. Watch your best friends hands closely as she slow dances with your newly wedded husband in his kilt. Keep everybody away from the brides mother, when she starts her second bottle of wine. It is normally the taxi driver who listens to the latest tale of woe, when the celebrations cease to be celebrations!
Sad- The amount of pre-teen children walking and cycling the streets after midnight in Thanet.
Funny:- The amount of so called adults staggering and crawling the streets after midnight in Thanet.
Saturday, 23 August 2008
Saturday, 16 August 2008
Sunday morning trip 1am from Broadstairs to Ramsgate. Male " Milscchhh bart". Me "sorry". Male to partner " eees mutton", male to me (shouting and spitting) " arbor, milscchhh bart". Me being ignored, conversation between male and partner as interpreted by a driver with many years experience. Partner " have you got a chewing gum, I can still taste the sick". Male" if that beers off and I get ill, i'm going to complain tomorrow". Partner " It was that busy I didn't make it to the toilets, look at the state of my shoes". Male " I know what you mean, you couldn't hear a word over the bands". Thoughtful pause. Male "blinding night though". Partner " I'm going to put my bells away for next year".
Saddest sight of the week:- The police tent over the council offices in Albion place, Ramsgate.
Funniest sight of the week:- Having about 5 different people (including 2 males), answering my shout for " taxi for Charlotte" outside the Natwest bank in Broadstairs. Then all of them trying different doors to get in first.