Sore Sunday

Funny how people hurt themselves on a Saturday night but it doesn’t hurt till Sunday morning. I had two trips to hospital in a row this Sunday both had injury’s to the same leg, the first had been at a party where they played an old punk track and of course he thought he would see if he could still pogo like back in his younger days. The next said he had fallen over a kerb, bet he couldn’t find it the next day though. Reminds me of a few months back when I picked up a guy still very much the worse for wear who had fallen the night before. When he woke up he saw something white on his elbow so he tried to brush it off, unfortunately it turned out to his bone sticking out! He was still laughing about it but that will have stopped when the stitches went in. On the way to casualty I said to him, you know when the nurse says this wont hurt a bit? “Yes” he said “well there lying” I replied.

Sea Jade at low tide

Sea Jade at low tide on Walney channel with Jubilee Bridge in the background.

 

Half Term

Lot of folk moaning about it being half term for our schools,” they are never there” they say. The shop staff I pick up say they hate it because some parents just let there kids run riot in the shops. I tend to agree with them some parents I pick up with kids have no interest in or control of them whatsoever. They don’t even have any interest in the children’s safety they let them stand up or climb about the cab, and as for seatbelts if the kid says no that’s it forget it. Still I suppose sales of vodka and vallium will soar while they are off.

No buzz for Henry

Henry Fayyazi who is a taxi driver and spokesman for the Barrow Taxi Drivers Association in an interview with the Evening Mail was asked "What gives you the biggest buzz about being a taxi driver?” His reply unbelievably was

” I don’t like my job and the only buzz I get out of it is when my shift is over and I am going home in one piece." What’s he doing in the job then? Maybe its time he had a change of career, then reading the rest of the article its more of the same the jobs not rewarding and the hours too long why do it then? I believe that Barrow council are looking for traffic wardens that might suit him better.

Shepard

Picked up from the railway station today, the guy was a bit unusual in that he was carrying a Shepard’s crook; don’t see a lot of them round Barrow. He looked like a biblical character complete with flowing grey hair and a long beard. Apparently he was down from one of the hill farms on the Furness fells. Diamond of a guy though they don't make em like that any more.

A Valentines Tale

A lady I pick up now and again bears a remarkable resemblance to Hyacinth Bucket in character as well as looks. The first few occasions she went to great pains to tell that me “oh of course I am not from round this dump” and that the “yokels are a lot of dirty rabble not fit to walk Barrows filthy streets”. This went on for a month or two until one day she come out of her house with her husband close behind her. Poor devil I thought pity him he must have a dogs life. He got in the front and his wife in the back and I waited for the usual haughty remarks,” have you got everything” she said to him. I looked at him expecting to see a poor downtrodden sort of guy who daren’t answer back. He looked back at me winked and smiled then said to her “as always darling”. When she answered I was shocked by the change in her voice and tone she sounded ten years younger and spoke to him with a permanent smile on her face. So she was human after all, I looked at her in a different light after that.

Customer service classes

I see that over in San Jose California cab drivers have to attend a four hour compulsory customer service course, which they have to pay for themselves.(this is from Joann’s blog Taxi vignettes) This is something we should expect over here some time soon, what happens inCalifornia today happens over here a year or two later. I don’t think it would be such a bad thing myself especially for new drivers to the trade. Maybe something like the course the local bouncers attend is a good idea with a first aid course and lessons in dealing with unruly passengers safely. The other thing they have is a compulsory annual drug test which again I would have no objections to it would maybe help keep the rogues out of the trade.

Rainy Sunday

It rained all day today and I was constantly getting peoples favourite comment “I bet you drivers love it when it rains like this”. Well here’s one driver who doesn’t, it’s no fun at all driving all day in the pouring rain you have to concentrate a lot more to dodge all the people with umbrellas or hoods up who just walk out into the road. And if it’s raining from early morning people just don’t go out unless they have to and if they do they tend to be a bit miserable. But if it rains when everybody is already out that’s ok we have a busy time then, showers are a mixed blessing people call a cab and then it stops so they walk and we get lot of no pickups. The only consolation is driving through deep puddles and splashing traffic wardens.

Taxi driver attacked

There is a piece in the Evening Mail about a local taxi driver being assaulted, I know it’s of no consolation to him but this type of thing is rare around here and lets hope it stays that way. Quite a few passengers have mentioned it to me along with comments on large groups of youths hanging round the streets at night. I know this is intimidating for a lot of people, especially older folk but really it’s not a new thing, it’s been going on for years.
 Maybe the difference is that they have no fear of any consequences of there behaviour. This was brought home to me when a friend called the police about kids throwing stones at her windows the policewoman who attended had more to say about my friend’s reaction of shouting at the kids. You can't do that she said it’s not allowed you'll upset them. Well we can’t have that can we the poor kids. I replied with a comment on the usefulness of electric cattle prods but we won't go into that. Anyway how do you tell if a chav is posh? They throw empty Lambrusco bottles at your car instead of Lambrini!

Superstitions

Driving through Dalton with a lady passenger the other day, when she spotted a lone magpie. She saluted smartly and said aloud "good morning mister magpie how's your wife". She told me it was an old superstition more prevalent in the rural areas. Any more I asked? She told me a couple I already knew but another couple of fresh ones she gave me were never move on a Friday and never trust a man with squeaky shoes, that means he owes money.

Pyjama Game

A lass I picked up was wearing pyjamas, which believe it or not is not that unusual. It’s mainly Sunday mornings when they have stayed with friends after a night out; they don’t like to go home in the previous nights clothes. But this was on a Tuesday afternoon and she had not a hair out of place and was covered in fresh makeup. So much so that it must have been all over her hands judging by the handprints she left all over the backseats and doors. It must have been industrial strength because it was a nightmare to clean off, pity the poor guy who gets any of that on his collar.

Bark.

A guy gets into the car this morning coughing his lungs up “are you a heavy smoker” I asked. "What do you mean"? He said. Well is smoking the first thing you do every morning when you get up. "No he said first I cough then I smoke."

Nasty and Nice

This morning I was threatened with a parking ticket by a local traffic warden don’t know why because he could see I was picking up a fare. This was at 8a.m with no other traffic about just me on a yellow line watching my fare walk towards me. Who knows maybe he had had a bad weekend or his missus didn’t put enough sugar on his cornflakes. This was more than made up for later when I picked up a lovely Venezuelaion lady going to Lancaster University a round trip of about ninety miles. This lady had travelled a lot and was good company so the miles just rolled by, I had a bit of a drive round Lancaster and could tell how much more vibrant things are there, maybe that’s what we in Barrow need more of an emphasis on gaining university status rather than trying to attract crappy pizza parlour and call centre jobs.

Boots

Why do lasses go out on the town in boots or shoes that are so obviously uncomfortable. On Sunday mornings I always pick up lots of them carrying the previous night’s footwear. This morning I picked up three in a row all carrying high boots with big heels, if they hurt why wear them? Still that’s women for you. Reminds me of a Sunday a while back when I picked up a lass going to one of the villages about six or seven miles away from Barrow she had been out all night and was still pretty drunk. Still in a good mood she was talking away about her night and things that had happened and all the while she was emphasising points by waving her arms about. After about three miles she was still in full flow when suddenly she stopped and quickly put her hands down and went bright red. That was when I knew she had realised she had her knickers in her hand and had been waving them about for the last ten minutes. She slipped them into her pocket and didn’t say much after that; they were red by the way!

Animal

This morning a lady I picked up had obviously been badly beaten she was covered with dried blood and badly bruised. I said” where to the hospital or the police station?” No she said and then broke down in tears I asked who did this to you and she told me it was her boyfriend, I then tried to talk her into going to the police but she said no because he had just gotten out of jail on licence and if she reported him he would have to go back for two years. She showed me what this animal had done to her, she had strangulation marks on her neck, a black eye, deep bite marks, bruises on her ribs where he had kicked her, and cuts all over her arms made with a knife. I was sickened,” what brought this on” I asked knowing full well that nothing could excuse what this animal had done. She told me he had taken up bodybuilding and was using steroids and that this may have brought it on. I told her never mind the two years jail this animal deserves ten or more but she would not change her mind, she said she would have a shower and then maybe go to hospital later that day. I felt helpless but what can you do if she won’t make a complaint to the police herself they can do nothing about it. I just hope he rots in hell!

The Fright

I didn't take a lot of notice when the lady got into the back of the car and asked to go to town on the way she asked me to pull up outside a post office while she did an errand. I was just sat there daydreaming, when out of the corner of my eye I spotted something small and furry making it's way from in between the seats towards me. I was out of the car quicker than a Danish cartoonist leaving a mosque. I thought maybe a rat must have gotten in somehow. Just at that moment the lady walked up to the car and seeing my expression guessed what had happened,sorry she said I should have told you I had my Yorkshire terrier in my pocket and thought it would be ok to leave her in the car.

Scouse Trip

A while back now I had a job to pickup some people from Ulverston and take them to Liverpool airport. When I arrived at the address the people turned out to be a couple with no luggage, which I found strange. I asked them to pay up front and about the lack of luggage. Well the guy said we don’t really want to go to the airport we just said that for convenience it’s not far from there though. He paid me and told me he would direct me once we got off the motorway and into Liverpool. They were a bit of an odd couple with him being older and from this area she being a true scouse who swore every other word. I listened to them argue all the way down the motorway about nowt in particular and just as they were about to drive me mad at last we turned off the motorway. The guy started to give me directions which seemed to take us in circles several times this caused more arguments between them and it was decided that the lady( and I use the term loosely) would direct me the rest of the way. We drove into Edge Hill and then into what looked like a giant demolition site. Row upon row of terraced houses all boarded up with corrugated iron sheets, no sign of life not even passing or parked cars. I began to get nervous and asked are you sure it’s round here, yes she replied “just a bit further. So keeping one eye on the road and the other on the passengers I drove slowly on. Ten minutes later she shouted “stop stop” and even before we had fully stopped she jumped out and ran swearing and shouting towards the only house in all the dereliction that had doors and windows. The guy handed me a ten pound note as he got out and said “thanks mate that’s for you none of the local taxis will come down here” I guess that explains the airport story they gave.

Sub

Found this photo of a Barrow built submarine the Lempit. She is on show at a museum in Tallin Estonia.

Wheelchair access

Come across a blog by a local wheelchair user and he mentions the outfit I work with. This is lifted directly from his blog.

TaxisPrivate Hire“There is a Taxi company called A1 which have wheelchair Taxis, there Telephone number is 01229 838383.Please note we can never get a wheelchair taxis, after about 8:30pm Sunday - Thursday!This company is good, when you get into the cab they are friendly, don't charge you more for using the service, and don't start the meter running until you set off!It's also advisable if you want a non wheelchair cab phone ahead, just to say that the boot needs to be big another to fit a wheelchair. most taxi firms have taxis, which they use to pick up wheelchairs as they have large boots!
Hackney (Black Cabs)If you are on a night out, there are No Hackney Taxis (These are Taxis which you don't need to book!), which means you either need to booked once which is Wheelchair friendly or walk home.We often get into a non wheelchair and put the wheelchair in the boot. Please note you need to be assertive when flagging a cab down. As most will just pass you by, if you do flag one down often you need to convince them that a wheelchair can fit into the boot.”

This is what he has to say on clubbing in Barrow again a bit of an eye opener.

Clubbing“I'll warn you now the only places with Disabled Toilets are two Pubs, "The Furness Railway", and "Yates"; these are just pubs not clubs.There are no disable toilets down Cornwallis Street (This is where all the Nightclubs are), so if you need to go to the toilet, two options --Option 1 - Recommend to us by the Police, "The Backstreet"... please don't do this!Option 2 - Go Home
There is a toilet in the club “Circus Circus”, which they use as a disabled toilet but you can’t move your wheelchair when you inside! If you walk you could try to use this toilet, just as a member of staff behind the door for the key, as the lock doesn’t work it the “Radar Key”.
No Club has access to the any other floor so you’ll be stuck on the bottom floor. There are steps into some clubs but I wouldn’t worry as the Bouncers can help you over these steps.
Princess Selandia
I’m going to give a special mention to this newly built club, as this is the most popular club in town.
This is clubs is situated on boat; there is no wheelchair access, as they are a lots of steps to get onto the ships then more steps to go to the bar!
Which means you’ll need to be carried on-board which we did to get on Christmas Eve.
The only other issue I have with this club is that there are no disabled toilets. If you are disabled you’ll need to use the woman’s toilet, as the men’s is downstairs!
If you a man you will need to use the woman’s toilets, which is just a normal cubicle which barely fits a wheelchair in!
That’s My Wheelchair Guide to Barrow, hope you enjoyed the Read!”

Amazon Hope

Don't often see a sight like this coming down the road towards you. The boat has been fitted out as a floating clinic by a charity after a final lick of paint she will be off to the Amazon to help the local people in the more remote areas.

Sat-Nav

Got myself a sat-nav the other day, and have been playing around with my new toy whenever I get the time. Not that I will use it in town but I think it will be useful for rural jobs and the odd out of town job. I had it switched on today when I picked up one of our regular fares a lady who happens to be blind. She heard the voice from the sat-nav and asked me who else was there. I explained what it was and she was fascinated, so I programmed in her destination and let her listen as it guided us there.” How big is it” she asked so I handed it to her and she was amazed to feel how small it was.” Do you think I could use one” she asked”, it would be great for me to find my way round “I explained that she would not be able to enter stuff into it without sight. She was very disappointed, but as I said to her in the next few years you may able to get voice activated versions. She said this would be a boon to her and other people in a similar situation. Ain’t new technology great!

Mobile Phones

When someone talks to me from the seat directly behind nowadays I have learnt not to answer straight away. This is after a couple of embarrassing incidents when I have answered them only to realise that they were actually talking on there mobile phones and not to me. This mainly happens when they have the phone set to silent mode and they get a call or they suddenly decide they need to call someone and it cant wait a few minutes till I drop them off. Mobile phones to me are anti-social things many times I have had three or four passengers in the car and instead of talking to each other they are all talking and texting to other people on mobiles. The other anti-social thing is when they get in and turn there MP3 players down to tell you where they are going and then turn it right up again for the journey. Some have it that loud that that I can hear there music louder than the radio, that must be damaging to there hearing.

Fancy Dress

Two young girls were in the middle of a conversation when they got into the back of the cab.” Well you can borrow one of mine if you want” said one I’ve got a nurse policewoman’s and a French maid’s outfit at home” Then she must have seen my gaping mouth or flapping ears. She laughed and said “hey it’s nothing kinky we’ve been invited to a fancy dress party tonight” .Oh yes I replied and you just happened to have those outfits at home did you. They both went bright red and giggled for the rest of the trip. Still who knows maybe they were her Dads.

Help!

I was in Colne down in Lancashire today and had a bit of time to spare. I had a wonder round the town centre on foot which is a bit unusual for me and I quite enjoyed life from the pavement viewpoint for a change. I spotted something I have never come across before they were called help points; they consist of a camera attached to a tall pole with a yellow box at head height. On the yellow box is a red button which if pressed turns the camera on and allows you to talk to the C.C.T.V. operator. What a great idea they are located every few hundred yards within the town centre and the notice tells you they are to be used in the event of street crime accident, or lost children. I can see that they would be useful in our town centre especially in these days of unmanned police stations.

Kids Parties

A lot of my fares today were children going to birthday parties. Not too long ago birthday parties consisted of a few friends invited for tea which would be sandwiches (cut into triangles with the crusts cut off if you were posh) and jelly and cream to follow. Now they are picked up by chauffeur driven limousines and whisked to Italian restaurants and then go to bowling, swimming, laser games and other activities. There seems to be a big money in this new industry and anyone that can come up with something new and different must be on to a sure thing. Only thing that makes me think is that a lot of the parents seem to be in competition with each other trying to impress each other rather than the children. It used to be the custom to take a small present for the child whose birthday it was but now they expect to be given a present or goody bag in return. Again there is fierce competition to outdo the other parents in the race for bigger and better offerings.

Lost?

Now and again I will pick someone up who tries to catch me out by asking to go to a street with no houses on which few people have heard of. A few local examples of these are Water St, Reservoir St, Thomson St, and Wesley Place. The only time I do get caught out funnily enough is when at the end of a long busy shift my mind will go blank when I am asked to go to somewhere I go everyday. The fun really starts when I get jobs in the outlying villages especially when I am given vague directions to a place with just a house name. I always find that even in the most remote hamlets when I stop to ask the way it is always a stranger to the area or the village idiot I pick. On one job a while back I picked a chap who looked sensible enough but when asked the way he replied “Ista gaan duwn yonder ginnel past meda wi sterks bur tat la left an gaas on abit lal git ta laurel hedge ista gaas onabit las lare. So that's what I did and I found it OK. But I kept laughing to myself after that a picture kept entering my head of this guy doing the voice directions for the new fangled satellite navigation devices you get nowadays.

The Dane

Picked up a Danish chap today he's working as an engineer on the Morecambe bay wind farm project. He has worked all over the world and was telling me about his travels and the projects he has worked on. Anyway the talk got around to the fact that he was about to retire. I asked him what he would do with his spare time, and did he have any hobbies to concentrate on. Well he said” I am a hunter but I will have to get a new dog first I had to shoot my old dog it was ill” I looked at him but he looked deadly serious This made me think how many English folk would even consider shooting there pets no matter how ill they were. I have made many trips with people taking there animals to the vets and picked some of them up afterwards upset at the loss of there beloved pet. But maybe he was doing the kinder thing rather than let the dog suffer any longer, but that’s not to say I could do the same thing myself.

E-Jesus

You could be forgiven for thinking that maybe Ebay has taken over this local Baptist church. Good way of bidding for followers though!
Following on with the religious theme some time ago now I went along to a local supermarket to pick one of our regular customers up. After waiting for ten minutes or so without any sign of her I logged it as a no pickup and carried on working. Two hours later the same job was sent to me, so along I went, this time she was there waiting for me with her shopping. We loaded up and on the way to her house I asked where she was when I went for her the last time. Well she replied” I had a vision and the Lord put someone before me and bade me to spread the Lords word “Best excuse I’ve heard yet from a woman for gossiping!

Down the pan

Here’s the rubble of what once was one of the two remaining public toilets on Walney Island. This for an island with a population of at least twelve thousand people, swelled by many more in the summer months with holidaymakers. The only other public toilet is in a remote part of the island and in a filthy derelict condition. What sort of council have we got demolishing toilets when they ought to be building new ones?
No doubt they will blame vandalism but I should think a c.c.t.v camera would be less than the cost of the demolition.
It makes it very difficult not just for us taxi drivers but for delivery drivers and others who are on the road all day. What must visitors to the island think when they go in search of a public toilet only to be told ,sorry we knocked it down.

Lost property

Other taxi drivers tell tales of finding huge bundles of cash, laptops and other expensive items in there cabs. Maybe it’s just me but the only things I have ever found in the back of my car are two broken mobile phones, a blind mans white stick ( had a couple of laughs with that before I returned it) and a pair of novelty Christmas socks which I have my suspicions may have been left deliberately . If the socks are yours and you never left them on purpose desribe them to claim them back.

Wagga

Picked up an Aussie rugby player today he was telling me he had just signed for Barrow Raiders. I asked him how he was finding life in Barrow and was it a bit of a culture shock for him over here." Naw he said Barrow is very much like my home town of Wagga it reminds me of it a lot" Surprises me does that here's a photo I found doesn't look much like it either!.Guess he must mean the size of it and the people.

Barrow Arms

I see a local pub I used to visit many years ago is having a major refit. I'm not saying that the women who used to frequent it those many years ago were ugly, " but it was known as the star wars bar"!
Visit this link for pictures of local inn signs

In the post

Bill another local cabbie sent me this photo he had taken. Look at the lack of tax disc in the windscreen. In the post is it boys?

Skip lunch

Picked a lady up the other day going to her doctor’s surgery this was a trip of about three miles. As soon as she got in the car she started to tell me her complete gynaecology history. This included her three pregnancies, two miscarriages and details of her various women’s problems. Luckily we had reached the surgery by the time she offered to show me her hysterectomy scars and I was able to decline her kind offer. It was about 12am but I decided to skip lunch that day.

Our Molly

This is Molly our favourite fare a happy lady she uses our cabs five or six times a day. But let’s look behind the smiling eyes/ Born Salford in 1920 that makes her 85 Years of age. She lost both her parents at an early age, mother when she was four and father at six. Taken in by an aunt for a while, she started to suffer from epileptic fit’s the aunt told her she was to go into a hospital for a while, this ended up being for the next FORTY YEARS. Why? Because she suffered from epilepsy and back then you would be hidden away in an institute out of sight out of mind. Molly struggled when she was released because she had become institutionalised most things we take for granted like paying bills getting insurance, she had never done .At the age of sixty Molly was talked into marriage , she never even knew her husband could neither read or write until he was unable to sign the marriage register on their wedding day . This marriage lasted for nine years and then because of her husbands death and the fact that she was living with his parents she became homeless, but instead of going into care Molly found herself a flat and a community who adopted her and she has lived happily ever since on Barrow Island.

Rip off?

Monday’s local paper ran a feature on Cabbies overcharging when they pick up late at night from our local floating nightclub the Blue Lagoon (never actually heard anyone call it that its known simply as the boat by the locals). The story goes that a small number of drivers are ripping people off. I don’t know if there’s any truth in it I don’t do nights myself, but reading the piece, and I quote the relevant part” The woman I mentioned was picked up outside the club and after dropping off friends the cab carried on up Abbey Road. When the car reached the Strawberry lights she noticed the meter kept jumping up rapidly and was already exceeding her normal fare. She asked him why it was so much and he became annoyed. He turned the car round and drove back to the Selandia. He ordered her out of the taxi and drove off. It was 4am she was left freezing cold alone and without means to call a cab from where she was. “Firstly I don’t condone this leaving off the woman but I must point out some holes in the story first as I have underlined the dropping off friends, I have experienced this after people have had a lot to drink and this usually involves lots of long goodbyes and chatting before each person finally gets out, all the while the meter is clocking the minutes. Secondly she mentions the meter; a meter is sealed by law and inspected every year for accuracy, so it doesn’t tell lies. And finally she says she was left stranded but if he took her back to where he picked her up from then (and he had no need to do that) then she was obviously back on the taxi rank, she had spent no money so she was simply back to where she started, it was the driver who was out of pocket surely?.

Mugshot

Apart from being a taxi driver I also do a part time job which fits in very nicely at the same time. This consists of inspecting advertising posters for a firm from the south west and sending the results by E mail. This is to check for damage or incorrect advertisers. Sometimes I am asked to photograph the posters for the advertiser and email the photos to them. This sometimes leads to funny looks off people when they see me photographing a poster or advert on a bus shelter. When I was uploading today’s photos I noticed this one on the left, I didn’t notice the two guys in the background when I took it, don’t look too happy to be in the picture do they.(click to enlarge).

Taxi wars

It looks like some form of taxi war has broken out in Barrow. Five of our cars have been vandalised all in one night.They had paint stripper poured over them causing thousands of pound worth of damage. I don’t know if this is some misguided attempt to damage the company or just plain idiocy. Unfortunately it is the driver who suffers through loss of his income. What adds more distaste to the act is that that two of the cars are wheelchair accessible, and are already in short supply so this leads to problems for our disabled customers.

The Task

Well I arrived a the adress in Yorkshire precisely on time 12am Monday and keyed in the number on the keypad and as he said the gates rolled open. First surprise when was that the passenger was younger than I was expecting; she was a lady of about forty. We got on well on the drive back and she filled me in on some of the secrets of this task. The chap who had interviewed me for the task had recently lost his wife and having no family of their own this lady, being the daughter of a friend had become their surrogate daughter. Unfortunately she suffers from M.E and is unable to travel alone hence the taxi ride. Now then the mystery envelope she was to read on the way back this, she told me partly consisted of a eulogy for the funeral and details of a bequest left to her. Unfortunately the bequest consisted of the table I had delivered to her and very little else the bulk of the cash (and I believe their was lots of it) was to go to a DONKEY SANCTUARY! Still she took it very well.

New year

Happy new year to everyone nice day here today and lots of people out walking and running, though I see this every new year people decide they are going to get fit this lasts for a week or two and then they are back to normal.