TAXIS? Great, aren't they?

Even sitting in the taxi office is dangerous, what with the stench of cigarette smoke forcing you to get a taxi you then have to suffer with an unsociable, ungrateful idiot who has spent the last half hour sounding his horn outside the wrong house at the other end of the street - and then complains about how busy he is. No apologies, of course.

Incredible, isn't it?

John Phillips,

Borrowdale Road, Moreton.