On Saturday night i had a cab full of punters form Dublin the lord alone knows how they made it to Belfast threw the blizzards.
They not surprisingly had been on the sauce and where really quite bouncy and irritatingly happy.
Which has driving me nucking futs as i was just a little stressed from driving a two and a half ton cab on what outside the Belfast city centre where slippery and treacherous roads.
But that's a different story though, the song they screeched that grated on me most was one of the worst i have ever heard.
Its not fair that I suffer alone.
So with out any further introductions I give you
Make sure the kids are out of the room