Ha ha. I once drunkenly cancelled a taxi I'd ordered 'cos the bastard driving it was wearing a rag shirt. I was well steamed and when this car pulled up and the driver leaned out the window and called: "Did you order a cab, mate?" and I saw his shirt I threw a diva strop and refused to get in.you need to do what I did mate. About 12 months ago I happened to glance out of the window early one morning and saw our milkman wearing a rag shirt. I immediately cancelled my milk order and the walk down to the shop each day for a pinta has done me the world of good. Pathetic I know but small victories are what make it worthwhile!!!
spot on, mate. I hope you strode proudly away from the cab leaving the bemused twat crying over his lost fare!!KentBlue said:Ha ha. I once drunkenly cancelled a taxi I'd ordered 'cos the bastard driving it was wearing a rag shirt. I was well steamed and when this car pulled up and the driver leaned out the window and called: "Did you order a cab, mate?" and I saw his shirt I threw a diva strop and refused to get in.you need to do what I did mate. About 12 months ago I happened to glance out of the window early one morning and saw our milkman wearing a rag shirt. I immediately cancelled my milk order and the walk down to the shop each day for a pinta has done me the world of good. Pathetic I know but small victories are what make it worthwhile!!!
It was churlish of me, I know. But if I had got in I would have felt duty bound to pummel the plastic fucker.
I hope you strode proudly away from the cab
Fanzone Danny said:i was devestated and just sat in Mary D's completely numb! then I realised how good we now are and fuck the red twats there is a new era dawning over Manchester and it is fooking BLUE!
Gutted but proud and excited pretty well summed me up!
I suppose you could have got in his cab and barfed over the back of his head!KentBlue said:I hope you strode proudly away from the cab
As I recall it I was experiencing tremendous difficulty remaining vertical, let alone striding anywhere.
Owain said:I was in a pub in Camden, went absolutely ballistic when we scored our three. Unfortunately there was a Stretford rag. A fucking Frank Gallagher look-a-like having a lovely time with his plastic cockney mates. I just sat there and I know I must have looked ashen-faced. Honestly was close to vomming. Horrible.