by Martin » Tue Jul 02, 2013 8:43 am
I had to get a taxi up to the hospital yesterday and when I use a taxi I always try to strike up a conversation with the driver, it makes the journey much more pleasant.
This bloke yesterday wasn’t having any of it, a right miserable git I thought, until I mentioned The Stones at Glastonbury.
Now let me explain about Lincoln. It has one of the most awful traffic systems ever with too many traffic lights and no-one has had enough about them to set the timing correctly on any of them. So, there I was, trapped in this taxi with “the biggest Rolling Stones fan in the world”. He was in his element, I was a captive audience and he took every advantage of that fact. I couldn’t shut him up ! What he doesn’t know about the Stones isn’t worth knowing. He proudly rolled up his sleeve to show me a tattoo of Jagger, at the next set of lights he rolled up the other one and there was Keef, staring at me.
I switched off after the first ten minutes and just grunted every once in a while. Thirty bloody minutes in that taxi and by the time we got to the hospital I just wanted to come home and burn all my Stones albums.
Ho-Hum.
Ouch !