Saturday, March 7, 2009
Some of my fav foodaries
The Earl, on Earl st (by the spike) Fucking lovely jam doughnuts!
Raheny Chino (havent been in a while)
Fabios Coolock village, Lovely steak sambo and garlic bread on batch loaf.
Macaris Raheny village, Tony give me the usuall.
Thunders in Clontarf (only recently found) Cherry cake 5*'s
BTW i'm not into any of that health crap, dunno how anybody can eat roasted headghog shite, it's beyond me.
Paraghraph of what ya missed.
Woman drivers dont like me, fight with barber, bloked the whole city, got off in court (not the dirty way), i'm crap at tiger kidnappings, i've still got the moves, TR are a sneaky shower of fuckers, I DONT LOOK LIKE MICHEAL MOORE WHEN I WEAR A HAT!!, Taxi drivers are a diffrent breed of people.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Every other day theres a scandal or golden handshake, golden circle and golden showers. HAHA
The protests have taken a turn for the worst, one of the main lads Colm O Brien who is the president of CTDA who orginised the protests, has been on national radio saying that he opposes the morotourim on taxi licences.
So unless they put there cards on the table and if they have a hidden agenda, i'll be thinking again of going to any other protests, i wasnt at the last one but i've heard from drivers that they were handing out collection buckets. I respect the drivers who wish to protest (it's looking that 2009 is the year of the protests) but i'll be thinking of going again.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Second victim of the night was a lets say ''Mildly inebriated gobshite'' heading to coppers he decided to have a few ZZZ while using me as a coushin, what with the traffic from Camden st up to Georges st took the guts of 20 mins from one end to the other, he paid up in petrol money (in cents), he gets out and mutters somthing in his drunken state, Mupppet.
Then a few handy ones (the way i like it) all about the Northside, anyroad i found myself out in Howth (yes im a Howthie taxi driver) so i was 1st on the rank and i see this yung fella trying to hail i wasnt paying any attention as he looked like trouble. But to my dismay he found the top of the rank and me subsequently (Bollix) ''Malahide please'' he mumbles, we get as far as Sutton X and he's insisting we turn left (back upto the summit and ending back in Howth village) as he thought turning right was heading back for Howth village.
Right so he falls back asleap putting the four on the floor to use i booted up the hill and down thru Howth village to the Garda station (where the fun and games really begin) i hop out leaving jack the ripper in the taxi, garda comes out and i explain the situation, garda comes over and asks for happy harrys side of the story, he starts spewing gick and saying that ''I just wanna go home he's not bringing me!!'' the cheek.
So me and the two Garda stood thier trying to get the dough off him €20, so i eventually get it and he was still insisting i brought him home (i politely turn him down) reversing out and he come out chasing me followed by the shades, and a minor scuffle ensues and he's getting free board for the night. Thanks again piggies.
Heading thru Donaghmede about 3am and i get a hail to Ranelagh (Lovely) chatting to the girl and she say she knows me?? Oh phuck from where i ask, she was giving me roundabout answers for the whole way, hoping it was nothing scandalious. Tuned out she was in the year ahead of me when i was in primary school.
Headed for me breakfast about 4.30 when all the victims were gone home and nothing but yellow to be seen, Pulled up for meeting in S.T.U.D Westmoreland St chapter (Spar Taxi Drivers Union) i know it doesnet exactally spell STUD but it sounds damn good. Heading in for me sausage sambo and tea, so this fella knock on me window just as i was getting out ''Will ya go to Tallaght??'' YES I WILL!!! He hopps in and usuall gacking session ensued. So when i dropped him off i head back into town (bout 4.45) head back in for the meeting at S.T.U.D to catch up with the last minutes, heading back into the car this fella stops me, ''Will ya go to Beaumount'' just as i was tucking into me Sausie Sambo, So the big streel of piss gets in usuall sleeper, and dropped him just off Beaumont Hospital.
I had to endure a cold Sausie Sambo. Thanks to one streel of piss.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Empty On Sackville Place
The Few who decided to work
D'oiler St 2
Drivers having a ''chat'' with a few drivers who decied to work
Tv3 & RTE were the too
Gardai holding back taxi's from passing the protest
The spirits are high after this meet, hopefull there was talk of another one next monday with drivers from all over Ireland. Here's for hopeing!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
In 2012 she'll be deemed unsuitable for taxi use, despite i probably wont have a shillin to rub together to fork out on a new car. New regulations are in force already you cant have a 9 year old car as a taxi as of 1 Jan this year.
Fuck sake the Carina is that good they even made a song about it.
I'm in two minds of what to do, one i'd like to buy my own gaff but the market is in shit the ''R'' word. Thinking of somthing like this ; http://www.daft.ie/searchsale.daft?search=1&s[cc_id]=ct1&s[a_id]=195&s[mnp]=&s[mxp]=250000&s[bd_no]=&s[search_type]=sale&s[furn]=&s[refreshmap]=1&s[sort_by]=price&s[sort_type]=a&limit=10&search_type=sale&id=420800
But wouldnt mind fecking off to Ameri-ke for the summer mate of mine is fluting off to NYC (Hello Ciaran if your reading) But jobs over there are as rare as hens teeth.
But there is less Taxi's over in NYC so i could become a Cabbie over there?
Last nite was a bit mad, Picked up this fella wanting to go to Dunboyne (creamy jocks again) as we were in Sutton when he hailed me!! So over the M50 and up the N3, €53 please!! He was in his mots gaff and he missed the last bus. Kept going and out of trouble until the wee hours.
I was passing Grangers pub throngs of punters out and two lads put the paw out, Looked at them, they were two of my old school mates. So they hopped in and Mikey said ''Darndale please'' I turned and said ''Fuck You'' old Mikey was getting ready for a bull and cow with Mr Taxi Man. He twigged ''Ah Leon!!'' caught up with the two of them and moseyed into his house for a 5am cupa tea.
Always wanted to stop into a punters gaff so they'd make me tea.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
So we got to his car, he hopped in and tryed to start it no joy, so he hops back into my car and says in broken English ''Clongriffin please'' so we drop off his lady friend (1st date) and he wants to go back to his car to start it agian, so i oblige. Again no joy, he starts swearing and blinding ''Culva mach''- (Son of a Bitch). Who says i'm not cultured eh?
So the clock was at €20 at this stage, he hops back in and says ''Pillerstown'' hadnt a fucking notion of were that is, tuns out he wanted to go to ''Tyrellstown'' in Blanch. I nearly creamed myself with excitement as we were in Donaghmede!!
So out over the N32 and M50, he was gacking out of him cursing yer wan and in the same breath ''Nice Girl'', then the asshole starts haggling with me €50!! he barks, it was €65 to his door, didnt want to have to waste my time arguning over, so we settled it at €55. So it was out of dodge foot to the floor.
Then picked up this two off the rank could see the tension before they set thier arses on me leather, she says ''Baldoyle'', not much was said for about 5 mins then it started ''See yeww ya cunt why the fuck didnt ya get out at 8am today'' proper cat and dog stuff. Yer wan starts slapping and punching yer man in the back seat, no if it had of been vise-versa he'd be in Beaumount hospital, cant stand violence with women. He contained the siuation tho more shouting and screaming on her behalf.
Then yer wan turns to me ''See you taxi driver i bet your laughing at this arent ya'' needless to say i kept stum. We get to thier road (thank fuck) she hops out and slammes the door on my Carina (I wasnt happy). Yer man pays me and turns and says ''thanks buddy good luck'' think you need the luck mate. Leaving the happy couples road looked in the backseat. Damp patch on me new leather (Bollix) musta been a drink spilled on her back and wiped off on my seats.
So it was a experess valet (leather wipes and and a dry rag) was back in the game baby!
Then at this stage i had to pick up my skin and blister from Barcode, no major goss there as my sister is the picture of innocence (yea right)
Picked up two more victims, from Howth later that night she hops in and says Baskin lane. I spoke aloud the route thu the back roads, Yer man eurrups at yer wan and says ''For fuck sake he's right there, we'll direct him if he gets lost'' and they proceed to have a full on bull & cow. Got to baskin lane and he hops out and i turned to yer wan ''Whats up with happy Harry'' She just laughs and appolgises for his behaviour.
I've had enough of the Divorce court for one night, got me brekkie roll at the port and was homeward bound.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
But anyway, chatting to my ma tonight remanising and what not. She told me where my gran was from Sundrive Road in Crumlin, my granda he was Inchicore (The Ranch) on account that wild horses used to roam freely. I know my da's side of the family, my gran is originally from Thomas St, and my granda is from the Liberites.
My not sound anything special but to have your parents from Dublin, but all four of your Grandparents from Dublin is a bit rare. Even more so that both of my parents grew up on Northside (Raheny & Beaumount) despite my Grandparents coming from the Southside.
Back then the likes of Inchicore was considerd the boarder of the Countryside and the likes of Beaumount and Raheny was defo considerd the countryside & there was no Northside/Southside divide.
Always nice to know where you've come from.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Dropped the car off this morning and picked it up at 4pm today.
And it looks brilliant, every contour is perfect, i'm delighted with them.
The car passed it's meterology exam today fully legal and above board, so i'm a happy bunny for the moment. Just have to find some meat for the seat tonight!!!
Monday, January 12, 2009
Traditional music i've always had a interest in, despite no knowing one end of a flute to the next.
In my taxi i've hooked up my I-pod to the head unit so there's about 7,000 songs on tap, some muppet was adamant last night that Kelly The Boy From Killane is trad song, i argued the point that it was republican music NOT trad.
I'd put Jigs and Reels in the catagory of trad;
Or on the other hand we've purely IRA anthems that some ill informed muppets class as trad.
I love the Wolfetones but i would never class them as trad
Bit of a messy night last night, picked up a young one last night down by the new o2 arena, heading for Sean Mc Dermot st, or as she called it ''Sean Maker streee luv''.
It transpired that she was going to her ''fellitz gaff'' to pick somthing up off him, and wanted me to wait for her to bring her back home to Sherrif st ''Sherrifer'' so we reach SMDS she goes in and leaves here phone on the seat as collateral (Working class people will always do this, the higher up the social ladder people become the higher up their hole they get)
So it was about 5 mins waiting for her, hear a bit of commotion coming from the house (shouting and screaming, and banging and clatterin') then the reason becomes clear, apparantely ''Anto'' yer 'wans ''fellit'' was caught riding some other 'wan from Emmet st!
So the usuaul ''See yew ye toerag ever near my fellit again and i'll hook ye around the streee ye cunt'' yer man was there trying to defused the situation, but he did drop the ball and a small cat fight ensued, when i say cat fight i mean punches and kicks between the two ''ladies''.
Our Romeo ''Anto'' finally breaks it up telling yer wan from Emmet St to fuck off, which she does, Anto comes over to aid his love, not before getting a full force slap across the face.
Yer one comes back into the car, emotional and tearey eyes. Felt sorry for the poor girl, not only having to find out in the way she did but having it aired on the street. She thanked me for waiting, i played dumb and asked what was it all about? She tuned to me and said ''All because that cunt of a cousin'', and on that note i bit her a farewell.
I'd love to be a fly on the wall at her next family reunion.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Headed for Kiernans on Dame St to meet up with a few of the lads nice enough Pub, but there was commotion from down stairs, as in what i thought was a Brothel.
There i was necking a few Scooners then ya see Birds coming and going wearing tight leather, Porno stars had more on thier backs then these chicks, all rocker/goth heads, no not for me.
So we headed for Dorans there was me ''Throwing More Shapes Than Barney On Blow'' or dancing for the lay terms. Not a look wide ways at any one, so went up to one Bird said ''Hello may i have this dance?'' - Me being the gent that i am, she looked at me up and down and had a head on here that i just pissed in her Cornfakes.
So Fuck that said my goodbyes headed for Westmoreland St got a brekkie roll and headed up O' Connel St to hail a Joer, got my arse into a Lexus GS 300 01, Driver then tells me it's been non stop all night? Feck it any road, heading out soon have a bit to make up!
Then i had to book my meter to be resealed €90.70, thats getting done next Friday. And just today i’m picking my Taxi back up later today (bout a hour or so) she was in for a Auto fluid and Rad Coolant change dont really wanna think of the cost but, it could be a hell of alot worse. With more and more job losses in the Country it’s making for depressing times all round. Just yeasterday 1900 jobs were lost in Limerick, those people had loans out for thier houses that they paid for in the boom time and now still paying for it when the arse has fallen out of the Housing Market.
Out last nite so not much being done work wise, but heading out tonight and see how the land lies.
So now i’m looking at 3 peno points on the licence.
(Just praying i didnt pick up anymore on my recent excursions to Northen Ireland, went 3 times in the month coming upto crimbo)
No work tonight as there is feck all on the streets.
Few local runs in the ‘burbs (the way i like it!) then i get a txt msg (thinking it was from yer ‘wan) it didnt register on the phone as a number already saved, and she was the only one if given my phone no out to in the last while, so here’s me thinking in like flynn. Asking to be picked up East Wall, i was in Ballyfermot at the time. So the four on the floor was straight up the quays. Only to find out it was my little pox of a 18 year old cousin, well i coulda burst him!! Told him the story anyway.
So it was picking up nicely, headed for the ‘code nice handy one to Coolock, heading up the Malahide Road and the Artane roundabout was cordend off my the shades, so had to take a detour up the Ardlea Road into Coolock village and i seen every Motorist / Taxi drivers worst nightmare, a head on collision with a Caravelle (taxi) and a Passat, looked vicious. What happend is the Passat driver was coming out of Coolock Village from the Chanel School and turned right thinking it was a contra-flow lanes. Which that section isnt! And had a head on with the Taxi.
Did one more drop from Barcode it was getting messy at that stage fights were breaking out and lads harrasing taxi drivers. So headed for An Lar picked up two lads (thought they were a couple of pigs ears getting in) from Clanbrassil St going to North Strand then Philsburg Av. Dropped yer man at NS then the other fella was wanting to go back into a Nip shop on Leeson St after. Heading back for the City Centre i have a heart to heart with him (about recent matters concerning the heart) his solution was to to bring me into the Top Bar with him, which i thankfully turned down.
Well time to go to the Leaba, as im shagged (not in the way i’d like)
Last night was a quiet one set up nicely with a fare from Sutton to Tara Towers Hotel in Blackrock, she was all chat. She was heading for a friends night out she told me she’s going to meet a ‘’friend'’ in the Foggy Dew Pub later on who was somone who she met over the internet, and this girl was good looking funny and smart, we shared the simmilar interests (music) but here’s the killer she was 41 but my god she didnt look it! had her down for late 20’s at most. So i did the gentlemanly thing, i gave her my number if she needed a lift back to Sutton and said ‘’if it doesnt work out with yer man give us a buzz'’ she laughd and said ‘’I'm old enough to be your mother'’, thought you can tuck me up anynight love. So was looking at the dog and bone all night but no joy . Ce la vie!
Not much around the city so headed for the burbs and gave up at 3.30. didnt fare too bad for the night that was in it.