Well I'm sitting here trying to convince myself that i want ta go out to work tonight, which i don't but lets face i'll be going out anyway but i am gonna be bitter about it.
One of the few downsides to being a taxi driver is that your always the bridesmaid and never the bride.
Every weekend you go to more pubs , clubs and restaurants than you care to imagine but you never actually get to go to them. you may go in sometimes but only to drag some punter kickin and screamin form the bar.
Thought even when you do get a weekend off (which is rare as hens teeth now that things are so slow) the last place you want to go is the same places you've been to 50 times during the week.
I find it so hard to drag my fat ass into the city centre even to go shopping, this wouldn't be so bad if there wasn't so many restaurants in town i am bustin to try Ginger in hope street, Beatrice Kennedy's, Deane's bistro and Mourne seafood bar.
btd
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Talk to the cabby??