Monday, 25 September 2017

At Risk Of Repeating Myself...

I wrote something along these lines a couple of years back and now here I am again with a distinct sense of deja vu, albeit under slightly different circumstances.

Last week Transport For London (TFL) announced it would deny the renewal of Ubers licence to continue its minicab operation in London from the end of September, on various fit and proper operator grounds. Of course Uber will attempt to overturn this via appeal but for now it's caused all manner of consternation among the Uberati in the city and beyond.

I'm not here to argue with those people, after all, as a Licensed London Taxi driver (aka 'black cab driver' when it comes to this debate) I'd be dismissed as biased anyway. Which I am obviously, however, I have bitten my lip and kept well out of any spats on social media, where the battle of opinion on the matter seems to be taking place, in the main.

However, as usual in such instances, I see SO MANY ill informed and plain inaccurate comments being made about my industry all over the place that I just have to put some facts straight or at the very least, inform people of a few things to at least educate them to some extent. I don't expect for a minute it will change their outlook on the situation but it will make me feel better anyway and at least every time I see uneducated comment I can direct them to this.

So, I'm addressing the main points that it seems people have the most to shout about in this debate and hopefully this helps to put some context out there. This isn't biased ranting, anecdotal opinion or political spin, it's just plain facts, so please sit comfortably and digest.

1. "The Knowledge is outdated and isn't required now we have Satnav"

'The Knowledge', for those unfamiliar with the term, in a nutshell, is the qualification process that London cabbies embark on to attain their green badge (license). It involves learning all the streets and points of interest (POI) in London in order to pass a series of rigorous examinations to test your knowledge of these roads and points as well as your mental route planning ability around the city. It can take anywhere between 3-5 years to pass, depending on how well you perform in the regular exams.

Now, I get it, Satnav has come a long way and, yes, it can get you from A to B in the majority of cases. It won't always take you the best way, particularly in Londons congested labyrinthine road network and it doesn't have the intuition that a human brain with local knowledge has, but I accept for many situations it is fine. Having said that, it's not ideal having what is supposed to be a professional driver solely reliant on following a satnav, with all the distractions that entails.

However, the Knowledge is not just a test of your road, routing and POI knowledge, it is also a massive test of character. Who would invest so much time, effort and sacrifice to qualify as a professional in their field, only to throw away that livelihood at the drop of a hat via criminal activity. It's as good as a CRB check in my opinion. It sorts the wheat from the chaff, as it were. It verifies the dedication of a person and instills a sense of pride and respect in that person for their trade. What's wrong with that? Is having well qualified individuals who clearly care passionately about a trade a bad thing? Don't we want people to strive to be the best they can be in their chosen profession? I don't see a clamour for expensive lawyers, dentists etc to be replaced by some bloke armed with a YouTube video who will do the job for half the price. Not a perfect analogy I know but you get my point.

I wonder how many folk who demean the Knowledge as outdated and unnecessary got themselves degrees at University? I imagine if they did they feel a sense of self worth as a result, why should my qualification be any different? It took as much (perhaps even more) dedication, sacrifice and commitment.

2. "Black Cabs are afraid of Innovation and need to move with the times"

The London Taxi trade is one of the oldest  professions in London. It goes back to Oliver Cromwell. So you could be excused for thinking we are old fashioned luddites. However, our trade has embraced technology for decades. We innovated with radio circuits and now we have Apps for booking. In fact we had apps long before Uber arrived. We still do, namely Taxiapp, Mytaxi, CabApp and Gett (formerly GetTaxi). The problem is they haven't been advertised to the extent uber has and to understand why you need to understand the two models. Uber is a multi billion $ corporation and the London Taxi trade is 25000 sole traders with no financial business organism or marketing machine to promote our offering. So despite having an identical offering to Uber, not enough people knew/know about it. Our apps offer both pre book and instant bookings as well as fixed prices in many cases (for those of you terrified of the nasty old meter).

3. "Black cabs are just afraid of Competition"

No, this issue has nothing to do with competition. After all we operate in an arena where competition is rife and has been for years. We compete with private hire companies, buses, tube, rail, coaches, in fact every cab driver on the road is competition as far as I'm concerned! Of course any business is a little afraid of a competitor that may affect your ability to put food on the family table. Anyone who says otherwise is probably fibbing I would say. But when an entrant to your industry comes and threatens your livelihood on an unfair basis (and it's not just taxis saying that but the existing established legitimate PH industry who have been decimated by uber), how would you feel? So this is about level playing fields, not competition and this is discussed further on.

4. "but uber are so much cheaper than black cabs"

Does the term 'Predatory pricing' mean anything to you? Last time I looked this was illegal under competition law (look up the definition, it's where a company uses artificially reduced prices to undercut and drive the competition out of business). It's great you're all getting around town for peanuts (at the moment) but there's a wider picture here. You claim black cabs have a monopoly (more on that later) but what on earth do you think ubers raison d'etre is? Their model is to use predatory pricing to drive out competition!! Sounds like monopolist thinking to me. It's the reason Italy kicked them out and I'm surprised that more wasn't made of this aspect of their operation in London to be honest. Did you know that the fare you pay uber is around 41% of the true cost of that ride? The remainder is subsidised by venture capital investment. What do you think will happen when that runs out and/or the competition no longer exists? In what version of reality do you think this pricing is sustainable? Uber continues to lose a ton of money by operating this model, it stands to reason they're going to need to recoup this at some point, right?

5. "Black cabs are a rip off"

Well let's start off by saying that I, the cab driver, do not set my fares (as explained previously). Uber are cheaper (also for reasons explained above) I get that totally (although in many instances a black cab is actually not particularly expensive compared to some alternatives where multiple passengers are taken into account). But I'd love to offer a cheaper service if I could. When you look at the meter you think "thats expensive" but have you any idea of our costs? For the average cabbie, around 40% of that meter price goes on expenses (cab finance/rental, insurance, tax, diesel, breakdown cover, repairs, 2 MOTs per year etc), then factor in income tax, pension (I'm self employed) and the fact I'm not paid for time off or sickness (for which I also pay for expensive income protection cover in the event of serious illness), then my 'take' reduces much further. So this urban myth that cabbies are raking it in because of what you see on the meter simply isn't accurate, there's a wider picture you need to consider. We make a living but it's hard earned.

With regards to choice/price of cab (our vehicle choice is limited to two very expensive models, around £40k in price) we have NO SAY in these costs and the meter tariff is set by TFL, NOT US (a tariff that I would add is set based on costs, RPI etc and DOES NOT involve 'surging' at the drop of a hat). From 2018, thanks to the demonisation of diesel vehicles, all new cabs sold have to be 'zero emission capable' (electric or hybrid), and the only model announced thus far, taking into account finance, will cost around £70k! How on earth can the average cab driver afford that??

One last point on taxi fares, if the meter price bothers you, many of the taxi apps such as Gett and Mytaxi offer fixed price rides in certain circumstances.

6. "Black cabs are bullying Londoners and want to protect their monopoly"

This monopoly argument is so funny and I hear it time and again. As I touched on earlier WE DO NOT HAVE A MONOPOLY. We operate, and have done for decades, in an arena with minicabs, buses, tubes, trains, coaches, rickshaws, bikes, in fact every cabbie is my competitor to some extent. If that's your definition of a monopoly I suggest you advance directly to your dictionary without collecting £200 for passing Go. Furthermore, there is nothing stopping anyone from entering our trade, it is open to all who wish to put in the hard work to achieve a licence. If you haven't got the stuff to do it, fair enough, but please, ENOUGH with the monopoly nonsense. If you want to talk monopolies, as I said previously, look at the Uber model with regard to their predatory pricing strategy, it is the very definition of creating a monopoly!

As for the claim that cabbies are being 'bullies', if your ability to put food on your family table was threatened illegally, I'd think less of you if you didn't fight to protect it. As long as that fight was within the law then what's wrong with having a bit of stomach eh? Should we just roll over, forget the graft and sacrifice we put in to attaining our qualification and let Uber tickle our bellies? That's not bullying, it's standing up to BEING bullied if anything.

7. "Uber losing its licence will put 40k employees out of work"

Uber have moved heaven and earth in the courts to dispute the fact their drivers are employees in order to avoid offering them basic workers rights (I'm not necessarily saying they should either, there's a valid argument on both sides on this). It's hypocrisy of the highest order that they now use this concern for their drivers now it suits them. What will happen to this concern when/if Uber finally roll out their proposed fleets of autonomous vehicles? Enough said.

There will still be demand in the marketplace to fill the vacuum that uber leaves behind so don't worry, those drivers will find work with legitimate PH companies. They're self employed after all, right?

Oh and remind me again, where was the outcry and petition to sign when the livelihoods of 25k taxi drivers was (and still is to be honest) under threat from a tax avoiding US multi billion dollar corporation? Where was the moral outrage about the multiple sexual assault cases on women attributed to Uber drivers when it was on the front page of the national papers? I must have missed those.

8. "Black cabs are  expensive because they get stuck in traffic"

Let's have a look at that eh. There has been an explosion in minicab vehicle numbers in London as a result of Ubers arrival and promises of riches to its drivers, which has even seen passengers switching to them from public transport. In 2009 there were 58k minicabs licensed in London, at last count there were almost 120k. In that same time the number of black cabs has remained virtually static at 24.5k. So is it any wonder it's becoming harder to negotiate roads with this level of unsustainable vehicular increase and the resulting added congestion.

Poor driving standards among a large number of these relatively inexperienced drivers and the resulting increase in RTAs has gone through the roof. But don't take my word for it, ask Inspector Neil Billany (head of the Metropolitan Police taxi and private hire unit) who spoke about this issue when he wrote to TFL about Ubers failures in reporting sexual assaults.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/08/13/uber-sex-scandal-police-accuse-taxi-firm-failing-report-sex

He raised his concern about the additional strain on his resources in attending these traffic incidents, resources that are paid for by our taxes ironically (considering uber contribute nothing in this respect).

9. "I've used uber and never had a problem, I feel safe, I can track the vehicle etc etc"

That's as maybe, but there have been 32 cases of sexual assault/rape in Uber vehicles investigated by police in a 12 month period. That's one every 11 days! In what other industry/business does that happen and not cause some kind of public outrage? Am I missing something here? Yes, I know about John Warboys, the appalling rapist who committed his crimes in a London taxi and is now rightfully in jail. People cite this case against the London taxi trade because that's the only one you can think of and it was widely reported because it is such a rare occurrence. But THIRTY TWO cases of sexual assault/rape in a single year? How many others went unreported I wonder, given the issues raised by Inspector Neil Billany

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/08/13/uber-sex-scandal-police-accuse-taxi-firm-failing-report-sex

This surely raises questions about the vetting process and comes back to my argument about the value of The Knowledge qualification as a deterrent to opportunist, would-be sex offenders jumping in a taxi after filling in a form and handing over a cheque.

So there it is, thanks for sticking with it and I hope that's been helpful. It's written from a viewpoint of someone who has pride in and cares greatly about their trade, not just the fact it's my livelihood at stake. I've tried to stick to pure facts and not just ranting about the situation. I'm not for one minute trying to paint every London cabbie as an angel, I know there are bad apples and I'm sure some of you, particularly uber users, have experienced one at some point. But that's human nature, every trade/industry has the same, we're no different. But the overwhelming majority of us are committed to and care deeply about our profession in the same way nurses, policemen, firemen, teachers do and, like those boys and girls, we can become unpopular when we voice our concerns and frustrations. We just want a fair shake.

Finally, if you haven't had enough, here's another well written piece on this subject by someone who isn't a cab driver...

http://www.stylist.co.uk/life/uber-license-revoked-tfl-reaction-morals-rape-sexual-assault-conscience

Be lucky x

Wednesday, 31 May 2017

And Justice For All...

... as the Metallica song goes. Which is ironic as their music plays throughout the film about which I write here. I'm rarely compelled to write about something I see on TV but this is one such occasion.

The West Memphis 3. Heard of them? I hadn't.

Sometimes you watch something on TV or read a story of an apparent injustice and it really affects you, even long after its finished.

If you've seen 'Making a Murderer' you'll know what I mean. That story was quite shocking, but this one surpasses even that in my opinion, particularly given the terrible outcome of the whole thing. I can't believe the story of the West Memphis 3 passed me by given how the whole thing developed and how much I always liked a good murder case (not in an inappropriate way, of course!). I must have been oblivious to world events in the early 90's. I'll avoid going into too much detail about the case because if you haven't seen the documentaries or have no knowledge of the ensuing events, I wouldn't want to spoil it for you. It's truly incredible and for anyone still advocating the death sentence, this will challenge you.

The story is told in a documentary trilogy called Paradise Lost. It's not that easy to come by but it's on YouTube and also on some streaming sites but believe me IT IS WELL WORTH THE EFFORT. Of course, if you're not a skinflint like me, you can buy the whole thing on dvd on Amazon or suchlike. Depending on where you source it you may also have to put up with Spanish subtitles as it seems only uploads from Spanish speaking sources haven't been blocked (on YouTube at least).

It's the most upsetting (reduced me to tears more than once), shocking, bizarre, farcical and ultimately, depressing piece of TV I think I've ever watched. Like Making a Murderer, you have to keep reminding yourself this is actually real and actually happened. However, it is compulsive viewing.

To point you in the right direction I've posted YouTube links to the 3 parts of the documentary below. Parts 2 and 3 have Spanish subtitles (as mentioned above), but they don't get in the way. You can get these on streaming sites too without the subtitles if you care to search them out. However you watch it, be warned, there is very graphic and upsetting content from the off, it's not for the faint hearted...

Part 1 https://youtu.be/uEp9pWNxAl0
Part 2 https://youtu.be/tmrOVD6aSpI
Part 3 https://youtu.be/yubLZYCm8s8

There's also a documentary on Netflix called West of Memphis which also tells the story but nowhere near the detail so you don't get the full picture, timeline or background to appreciate the full extent of the case.

Lastly, I'd also say there's always two sides to every story and, like the Making a Murderer film, this one has received criticism for being too one sided. I'm looking at the other side of the coin as we speak, there's a whole raft of discussion and detail about this case online. However, regardless of who was right and who wasn't (and we'll probably never truly know the answer to that), this was a tragic mess of the first order.

Once you've seen it (or if you've already seen it) I'd love to know your thoughts so please leave some comment. 

The American justice system. The gift that keeps on giving..

Wednesday, 6 July 2016

The Blair in the Square

All this talk of Tony Blair today brings to mind a true story told to me by an old cabbie mate of mine, who shall remain nameless, some years ago.

He stopped for a couple of lads who hailed him (somewhere in Islington if I remember correctly, not that it's relevant) and as they jumped in the back a woman appeared from a doorway and got in with them, seating herself on the tip seat, back to the driver.

"Where you off to?" he asked them, and one of the lads told him they wanted to go to Connaught Square, which is near Marble Arch. Most London cabbies know that this is the location of the home (one of them at least) of Tony Blair.

Without a thought entering his mind he then asked, jokingly

"you don't live near that **** Tony Blair do you?" (his EXACT words)

He chuckled as he asked this and the lads laughed it off and not another word was uttered the entire journey.

When he arrived at Connaught Square he asked which house they wanted dropping at and as he turned his head, Cherie Blair turned her head from the tip seat to face him and answered

"the one over there with the armed guard at the door"

Needless to say no further words were exchanged and no gratuity was forthcoming...

Thursday, 10 March 2016

The Message ain't getting through...

I picked a woman up tonight who uses both Taxis and the Yank disruptors (Uber). She prefers us though. She works in PR and specifically lobbying. We had a long conversation about the "uber/TFL thing" and I gave her all the facts, ie the legal reasons they should never have been granted an operators license in London by TFL, the tax credit drivers, the non tax paying company, the inadequate driver insurance provision, the 650 licenses issued per week by TFL, the increasing rash of car crashes involving their drivers etc etc etc, the list went on.

By the end of my monologue she took a deep intake of breath and said 'Wow'.

Her answer to my points was as follows. "Why haven't I heard this before? Why isn't this in the national press? It's a compelling and well argued viewpoint. I think you've been badly let down by your trade organisations to be honest"  (her words not mine).

She said you don't need demos and blockades that piss your potential customers off (and give free advertising to 'the opposition') , you need better/proper PR and lobbying (she wasn't touting for business may I add). I tend to agree on that to some extent. But I also rather suspect it's too late for that now anyway (however, more on that later). Anyway, whether you agree with her or not, PR is her business and she's good at it, plus she's a member of the travelling public, so shouldn't we take notice?

The problem is as it always has been, that, no disrespect, the London taxi trade is run/represented by cab drivers (or former cab drivers). As noble as many of these people are I'm not sure they possess the commercial savvy and dynamism that you need to formulate effective strategies in today's cut throat commercial world. And why should they? I know I don't. But the difference is I recognise it. Our trade orgs need to do the same otherwise they'll continue to fight losing battles.

I'm probably going to upset some people when I say this but I was somewhat disappointed by the recent 'PR offensive' that saw a fair amount of money spent by well meaning people on adverts that say "always use a taxi" (I'm paraphrasing but that's effectively all it says). What's the first thing a non taxi using consumer seeing this ad is going to say?

"Why?"

Yet there is nothing extolling our virtues, no bullet list of benefits in using a London Taxi over the opposition. I appreciate space is limited but surely if you're handing thousands of £s to an ad agency this should be a minimum requirement? Particularly when we can't compete with the opposition on price, it's more important than ever in that instance to give people a reason to use us when marketing our product. Isn't it?  I'm no ad exec but I would have thought so.

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the effort people have been going to here and it's not like I've done anything to push the cab trade myself, but this is just another example of us getting it wrong in my book. We lack the business savvy needed to take on the competition and no amount of blockades and "Londons finest" proclamations will change that in my opinion. It hasn't previously, let's face it, look where we're at now.

If the cab trade wants to get serious about taking on the opposition, for me, it has to do two things. Firstly it's trade organisations have to bat their heads together and unify as one single London Taxi Association, no more fragmentation. I appreciate this wouldn't be straight forward but it needs to happen in my opinion. This will give us way more clout and credibility. It will also provide a much bigger single pool of finance with which to address point 2. Point 2 being that we have to fight fire with fire, painful as it may be we have to sink some serious cash into targeted lobbying and marketing. Clever marketing. It needs to be coherent and most importantly it needs to be prolonged. Too many of our ad campaigns have been "come and go" affairs, too easily forgotten. In addition some have been frankly embarrassingly ill conceived.

I know it involves spending a lot of money but that is what is needed if we want to get our message to the public. Because they ain't getting it believe me. I have so many conversations with people who simply don't know the facts about our offering and our issues with TFL/uber and when they do they are enlightened. It ain't rocket science.

Anyway, that's that off my chest, I'm sorry if I've put any noses out of joint, it's only my opinion, it doesn't mean I'm right.

It was an enlightening conversation with that punter, opened my eyes to a few things. I took her business card if anyone is interested...

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

Every now and then...

Every now and then in this job something happens that restores your faith in humanity. That just happened, at about 11:15 on the 11th day of the 11th month.

I picked up 2 German customers from Paddington about 10:45 and en route I asked them how they felt about the observance of the 2 minute silence at 11am. I asked this because, if I'm working, my usual practice is to pull over and observe it properly. Obviously I've never had Germans on board before so I was trying to be as sensitive as I could about the situation. Far from feeling awkward they graciously agreed and I told them I'd discount the fare at the end of the journey.

So as we entered Theberton Street at 10:59 I pulled into Gibson Square (would you believe! Apologies to non cabbie readers, you won't understand the significance of this location and I won't bore you with it now) and we sat for 2 minutes in silence with our own thoughts.

After this we carried on to the destination, not a word more was exchanged.

At the end of the journey I asked for the discounted fare. They refused and paid the full amount. In addition to this one of them asked my name (at this point I couldn't help but hear Arthur Lowe screaming "don't tell him Pike!"... apologies for that). I told him my name and he said

"Alan, here is an extra £5, I would like you to donate this to the poppy charity for us"

I don't mind admitting I nearly cried.

I never got their names, but bless you my friends.

Thursday, 5 November 2015

20 years ago today. Everything changed.

Ok so I'll start off by saying this will probably go on a bit and most of you (assuming anyone does indeed actually read this) won't even know the person who is the subject of this post, but this is kinda for my own benefit. I think the word is cathartic, right? It's a subject I've never poured out on before but I've found that writing stuff like this helps me in some strange way. 

20 years ago today my life changed forever; and as far as I'm concerned, I changed too. I got a phone call from my brother in the early hours of the morning to say my Dad had died of a heart attack. Although he'd had a heart attack a few years previously, this was at a time he was fit as a fiddle so it was pretty much out of the blue. He died in his sleep so at least he didn't suffer. He didn't deserve to suffer, he was a good man, the best, so the least we could be grateful for, despite him being taken from us so young at 69 years old, was that it was painless for him.

I don't believe in God so I don't know who to blame, but who/whatever is to blame, I hate it with a burning passion. Hate the fact that my Dad was taken from us so early. Hate the fact that despite him being such a loving, caring,  soft hearted man who never swore, never said a bad word about anyone, always put others before himself, I could go on, he was robbed from my life way too soon. I know I'll be told that I should cherish the happy memories from his life and that I shouldn't feel bitterness about it, I get that, I wish I could feel that way, but even 20 years later I'm still struggling with that thought process.

You see the problem is, I'm not blessed with a great memory. I forget what I've gone upstairs for before I get to the top of the stairs, I forget what I did 2 hours ago, I have to rely on my phone to remind me of all kinds of stuff that most intelligent humans manage themselves. Having said that I can remember 5th November 1995 as if it was 5 minutes ago. I fell to my knees when my brother broke the news to me on the phone that day. I won't repeat it here but I remember the exact words he spoke to me, I can actually hear him in my head as I write this, I remember my short reply and I remember feeling completely numb. And I remember just feeling like someone had smashed me to pieces with a hammer. The pieces eventually got put back together but I'm not entirely sure they were put back together in the same order they were in before.

I'm 50 years old next year and in terms of memories, I remember very little from childhood. I have snippets forever planted in my brain, goals I scored (my Dad was usually jumping up and down on the touchline at that point, except for the week he upped the goal reward he used to pay me to 50p and I scored a hat trick!), fights I had at school, the time I got nicked for retrieving tennis balls from the railway line, you know the kinda things that would stick in your mind, but I remember very little about every day life with my Dad. I just have a general glow of warmth in my mind about him when I think of him. Don't get me wrong, we fell out over stuff, he could drive you mad with his absent mindedness on occasion, so he wasn't perfect but he was a proper old school fella who would do anything for anyone. A dying breed frankly.

So with this memory gap in mind, it came as a pleasant surprise to me a little while back when my Mum produced a set of diaries that my dad had kept from 1987 to the very night before he passed away. A daily diary no less.

I remember him keeping a diary but I'd forgotten all about it until they appeared. My brother had kept them for a while but though he'd tried to read them a combination of Dad's handwriting and one thing or another had curtailed him from getting too far with them. So I took them off his hands and started at 1987.

It's fairly mundane stuff in the main, I mean he literally wrote about EVERYTHING he did each day in there! But I loved reading it because I could hear him saying the words in my head. I have photos of him and one old wedding video that he's in that I can no longer watch as I don't have a video machine, but for some reason having his actual words that he wrote on a page, with a pen, no matter how mundane, is so much better. 

As well as that, the diaries are also an amazing account of my life with him and others over an 8 year period, about which my mind was mostly blank about. Just boring stuff like me running him up to Sainsburys (more on that later), him helping me fix stuff on my succession of unreliable cars, me helping him shovel cow shit (manure, as he would obviously describe it in the diary!) into bag after bag in some godforsaken field in Essex for him to then cart home (in the back of my bloody car I might add!) to his allotment. As I say it's quite mundane to anyone else but to me it is precious. Because every new day/page I turn in that diary a new memory is brought to mind and I can't tell you how special that is to me. 

I'm still working my way through the diaries, I dip into it from time to time I don't read them religiously like a novel. I don't have his last diary though. That still sits in the same place at my Mum's house that it sat the day he put it down, the night before he passed away. I'm not sure I could bring myself to read that to be honest. 

I mentioned my Dad's absent mindedness earlier and my favourite diary entry so far was in among his revelations on  3 July 87... 

"Alan took me to sainsburys with Vi's shopping list and when I got back I realised I'd left a chicken, 2 steak and kidney pies and some sausages behind!"

To add to the fun, he goes on to describe how he rang sainsburys, they kindly put the stuff aside and told him to come back up with the receipt and he could collect it. So back up there we trundled, with the receipt and when he got to the customer service desk he couldn't find the bloody receipt! It had fallen out of his pocket in my car where we eventually found it! Alls well that ends well anyway, the chicken, pies and sausages came home with us eventually! 

If you knew my Dad this would bring a smile to your face, he was such a silly old fool sometimes but in the nicest possible way. Sadly (or not perhaps) I have inherited his foolish ways and am now growing into a similarly bumbling old fool. I forget stuff all the time and am accident prone beyond belief. It takes a special kind of patience to live with me I expect.

My life since my Dad died has been somewhat up and down. The downs have been pretty much all my own doing and I can't help but wonder if I'd have made better decisions had I still had his wisdom and mere presence in my life. I suppose that smacks of me passing the buck really. But I do think I changed as a person 20 years ago today and not for the better, despite wanting to do right by his memory and try to be the kind of Man he was. It's hard to admit it really but I've lost count of the times I've looked up to the sky and said sorry to him (which you may think is an odd thing to do for someone who doesn't believe in God or the concept of heaven). 

Anyway that's enough of that. 

These days, unlike the 80s and 90s we have tons of photos and filmed footage of our nearest and dearest on phones, social media and whatnot. I don't think people see the point of keeping handwritten diaries anymore and I don't keep one myself for that matter. But perhaps this has taught me that when you're dead and gone, despite the photographs and videos and Facebook memories and all that business, having something which that person wrote on a page, no matter how mundane, is a priceless thing to leave behind for your nearest and dearest. Even if it isn't a daily diary, just some thoughts on a page or suchlike, something that they can read and feel you coming at them through the ink on the paper. It's like you're living through that page. Make sense? I hope so...

Thursday, 8 October 2015

National Poetry Day. Why not...

Rolling into london
There's traffic everywhere
I need to earn some money
I need to find a fare
Scouring busy pavements
With an Eagle eye
Seeking out a needy face
With their hand held high
Other cabs go back and forth
With punters all aboard
There must be one out there for me
Among this seething horde
And then as if by magic
A hail is proffered forth
I wonder where he's going to
East South West or North
It doesn't really matter though
It makes no odds to me
I'll take them anywhere they want
Cos that's my job you see
So with a cheerful smile I say
"where you off to mate"
He wants the Netherlands embassy
Which sits in Hyde Park Gate
In he gets and off we go
The traffics looking iffy
But this cabby has The Knowledge, see
So we arrive there in a jiffy
He pays the fare and thanks me
For a nice efficient trip
And a happy glow envelops me
Despite the lack of tip!
So now I'll find another fare
To keep me good and happy
And that's the end of my poem
About being a London cabbie.

Peace x