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An Islington cabbie speaks out…

Goodness gracious me! What is all this fuss being over this Labour election thing, I am wondering?

It is not as if it really matters a lot is it because by the time there’s another election they’ll have done it a couple of time more won’t they? I mean it’s like referendums innit? You just keep having another one until you get the result you want. Take that lot in Scotland. Mind you, I prefer that Sturgeon to old oily Al. You wouldn’t give him one now, would you?

And this rubbish about the vote rigging by the other lot. It’s all getting silly don’t you know? They say it’s the Tories but what about all those blokes that Unite have paid their three quids for to vote for their man. I mean you don’t hear a lot about that now, do you?

No, Corbyn’s alright with me. If it wasn’t for hime I wouldn’t have got my nice council house and enough benefits to save up for this cab, so he get’s my vote or at least he would if I was in the Labour party. I mean, three quids is three quids after all. You can get a beer down my local for that and priorities is priorities. And those bastards at Unite didn’t offer to pay mine for me. That’s not fair, isn’t it? Why shouldn’t I have some too I want to know?

Did I tell you? I had that Len McCluckey in the back of my cab once…


A cabbie speaks out…

Now come on! I’ve been a cabbie for thirty years and I fink I’ve heard it all, but what’s all this bollocks about me being a bloody counsellor? I mean, whats that all about eh?

Saw it on the google box yesterday. Some dozy bird from the Royal Society for Public Health whatever that is spouting some consultant speak crap about barbers, bookies cabbies and Chris’ know who else being trained up to help loonies sort themselves out.

I mean, who was this bird anyway? Didn’t look old enough to know bugger all about real life and there she is filling the ethnic minority quota slot for some bloody dodgy government quango or somethin’. No doubt straight out of uni with a degree in some ology or other desperate to do anything to repay her student loans.

I’m telling yer, the NHS is a joke these days, innit? And stuff like this makes it a bloody laughing stock, know what I mean?

Mind you, she had a cracking pair of knockers and I’d have given her one. I mean, you’d have to be loony not to, wouldn’ yer?

And did I mention, I had that Boris Johnson in the back of my cab once…