Tales of the Life and Times of a Northern UK Taxi Driver.
Sunday, July 2
There seemed to be a mist in the air this morning which smelt very much like barbecued England flags and shirts, then most of my early morning fares insisted on telling me why England lost last night's game. This gets a bit boring after a while so I amused myself counting the pools of broken glass and snapped saplings, which marked the route home of last nights broken hearted soccer fans. Come on guys its only a game.