They drain you sometimes. They really do. What's it all about then mate? What's the secret of life? You should know. You're a fucking cab driver. Yeah, right. (As if I'll learn the secret of life talking to arseholes like you all night). Got any saucepan lids, mate? I've got two. I hate them. Bastards, they are. Ruined my life. I hate the bastards.I keep quiet Don't try and rip us off, mate. I've got a key between my knuckles. (Whatever). The life of a cab driver. Glimpses into other people's lives.
~ Karl Wiggins
