taxi

I’ve been exploring all other available options in order to avoid the hell that is the Piccadilly Line followed by the Hammersmith and Shitty line and the bus. Plus I love over ground trains. Having been very pleased with the service from Waterloo to Isleworth (1 min from the house) I decided to try the grandly named Silver Link last weekend. It turned out to be full of drunks, empty bottles and cans of beer rolling from one end of the carriage to another, MacDonalds wrappers, discarded Metros/London Lites/London Papers and a selection of deranged looking characters. I was relieved that I managed to avoid direct eye contact with anyone by the time I arrived at Richmond. Richmond is a gorgeous place with great shops, greenery, ‘the’ Park, fresh air and loads of space, but turn up there at 10.30pm on Friday night and you’re faced with spotty adolescents drinking Cava and cheap cider while looking to score themselves an Asbo. I decided not to wait for the bus as intended and jumped into a black taxi that turned out to smell of vomit. Nice. Maybe he saw the disgusted look on my face or maybe he was just intrigued at the sudden appearance of a non chav. Either way the driver made an attempt at conversation and asked me “have you been to the town?”. “What town?” “The London town.” “Hmmm, sort of. Does the Harrow Road count?”