Dad’s 75th

It was my Dad’s 75th birthday on Monday. A day we thought he’d never see so it was extra special and everyone went round to the house to wish him well. My Mum made Paella especially for the occasion and a good afternoon was had by all.
I went out to work later on and during the act of helping a wheelchair passenger out and shutting the door I managed to hit my head with the door and practically knocked myself out. I had to compose my self and inspect the fast-approaching lump about a hundred times before I satisfied myself that I would be able to continue my nights work and not be a danger to my passengers, but I tell you what, it didn’t arf fucking hurt!!
I blew Tuesday out as my son went up to Liverpool with his mates to watch Liverpool V Arsenal and me, my son Michael and my brother watched it on TV.
As I was on my way out tonight I stood on the dog’s ball that he had kindly left on the stairs for someone to pick up and play with him. I twisted my right ankle and could have sworn I heard a bone crack. I managed to walk it off a bit and went to work but it’s still sore and swollen as we speak.
Work wise it was really busy as The Brits were on at Earls Court and there was people needing cabs everywhere. I had a really lucky run of jobs one after the other starting off from Victoria to Narrow St E1 then picking up from the drop off straight away and taking her to Hackney Wick. As I dropped off at the Wick someone else wanted to be taken to just behind Manor House then as I came back round to Seven Sisters Rd a couple wanted to go down to the Camden Palace which has been renamed Koko for those of you who are interested and finally from there another couple wanted Elsworthy Rise.I stopped off on Kingsway for a bite to eat and wished I hadn’t. The guy in the sandwich bar looked like he needed a slow boil and the sandwich he made me (roast beef and tomato) was all hard round the edges, obviously the bread had done a bit of bird. You live and learn. To cap it all off as I was driving onto my drive I clipped the railing and have scuffed all the side of my bumper, which will need blackening. I think I’m losing the plot. Oh and before I forget. I got a Fixed Penalty Notice this morning informing me that I had been photographed blocking a box junction in Maida Vale and I would have to pay £50 within a fortnight or £100 after that. What a bunch of low-life bastards these people are. If you saw the junction yourself you’d say what a load of bollocks it all is.