The fare was a big rough fella he seemed a bit quiet, been fighting I asked looking at the scratches and bruises on his face. He said nothing for a while just looked at me. The girlfriend he said, yes what about her I said? She has too much to drink and she batters me I’m sick of it he said people think it’s me but no I just stand there and take it. That’s the third mobile phone of mine she’s smashed to pieces and about the tenth shirt she’s ripped to shreds. The next day she can’t apologise enough and always says it won’t happen again but it always does, I’ve had enough he said can’t stand it anymore.