My favourite Gary Neville story was told to me by an old mate who's a cabbie. A good few years ago, he was front cab on the rank at the bottom of Market Street, just by Deansgate. Rat boy lived in No 1 Deansgate right by there and got into my mates cab with his granny. (That's his real one, not the Rooney version).
My mate is a die hard blue so would love to tell him to fuck off but can't, plus he reckons there'll be a good fare & tip in it as they're probably going to Bury. As the money is far more important to him than pissing GN off he says "Alright Gary. Where to mate?" and GN says "Alright mate. Can you take us to The Moon Under Water please." My mate thought he'd misheard and said "Did you say The Moon Under Water? The one on Deansgate? It's only 30 yards away you know" as the money is suddenly less important than losing his place on the rank for a 60 yard round-trip. "Yes" says GN "Sorry but my gran doesn't walk too well. I'll make it worth your while".
So off he goes, turns left onto Deansgate, travels a few yards and does a u-turn to drop them at the door. All-in-all it took about 30 seconds. To be fair to GN he gave him £30 and asked him if he'd pick them up later. This time he's sure it's a trip to Bury so agrees to pick them up. He arrives for the return journey, they get in and my mate says "Where to Gary?" to which GN replies "No 1 Deansgate please". And he got another £30 for another 30 second drive.
