Mrs.belfasttaxi is finally starting to look a little better but is still dosed with heavy pain killers.
She is also receiving intravenous antibiotics which at last seem to be having an affect but it will be at least another 3 -4 day to know if they are successful.
AS i couldn't think what else to post here is one of those dumb about me quizzes!
1. What time did you get up this morning? About 11 am, pretty early for a guy on night shift dont ya think?
2. How do you like your steak? Piled high and covered in onions
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Harry Potter and the deathly hollows ( i was forced to go so for the love of God don't do this to yourself).
4. What is your favourite TV show? Oooh tough one there is so many, lets say QI
5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Belfast there's no where like home!
6. What did you have for breakfast? lunch.
7. What is your favourite cuisine? I just couldn't chose it like asking which is you favourite son!
8. What foods do you dislike? Anything that's green and leafy
9. Favourite Place to Eat? Really depends on my mood.
10. Favourite dressing? Thousand Island
11.What kind of vehicle do you drive? Taxi Cab
12. What are your favourite clothes? Socks cant stand cold toes
13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? Everywhere I haven’t been.
14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full? 1/2 empty kinda fella that way if im wrong at least its not as bad as i thought.
15. Where would you want to retire? Long way off yet
16. Favourite time of day? Quitting time
17. Where were you born? Belfast
18. What is your favourite sport to watch? Its a toss up between Football and boxing.
22. Bird watcher? No stopped all that when i got married.
23. Are you a morning person or a night person? Ironically im a morning person.
25. Any new and exciting news you’d like to share? Exciting news (yes) like to share (no)
26. What did you want to be when you grew up? Rich
27. What is your best childhood memory? Not sure i have one
28. Are you a cat or dog person? Dog person. Cats are sneaky and evil.
29. Are you married? Oh yes
30. Always wear your seat belt? No taxi drivers don't have to while working
31. Been in a car accident? Yes a couple, both when i was parked
32. Any pet peeves? Vegetarians who eat chicken and fish!!!
33. Favourite Pizza Toppings? chillies chicken and BBQ sauce
34. Favourite Flower? Flowers die.
35. Favourite ice cream? Choccy bear (honeycomb and chocolate)
36. Favourite fast food restaurant? Don't have one
37. How many times did you fail your driver’s test? I refuse to answer this question as it may harm trade.
38. From whom did you get your last email? Someone who was trying to sell me Viagra.
39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Mrs.belfasttaxi has taken care of this already
40. Do anything spontaneous lately? made myself a cup of teadoes that count?
41. Like your job? Most of the time yeah.
42. Broccoli? Food of the Devil
43. What was your favourite holiday? Butlins when i was little
44. Last person you went out to dinner with? Wife
45. What are you listening to right now? Mrs.belfasttaxi snoring it's kinda cutethough
46. What is your favourite colour? Green
47. How many tattoos do you have? None i don't do pain
50. Coffee Drinker? Tea please. Nambarry or punjana please.
Fake "Doctor" GillianMcKeith is a hateful, vile self centred munchkin of a woman who for the last 10 years or so has made a career of chastising fat people on tv.
Her fave way for figuring out what is wrong with her clients ( which everyone else can see just by looking at them) is to look at and prod there poo,
She then forces the poor rotund folk to live on broccoli and mung beans for a few months during which they lose weight which lets face it is hardly surprising cos who the hell wants to eat broccoli or mung beans?
where it turns out she is frightened of ever thing including her own shadow.
Needless to say Dr McKeith faints,collapses or just refuses to take part during the bush tucker trails thus making herself even more unpopular than ever.
I came across this wee tune about the poop poking midget in the jungle on youtube which is simply magic
Its a sad fact that come the Christmas period that things like robbery and car jacking go on the increase,
The driver affected works for a Lisburn depot called New city cabs hopefully the driver is ok and gets his cab back.
Detectives are appealing for information after a taxi was hijacked in Lisburn during the early hours of Wednesday morning, 24th November.
Two males, one armed with a broken bottle and the other with a screwdriver, forced the driver from his vehicle after he was called to a fare at a fast food restaurant at Sprucefield at around 2.40am.
The grey Skoda Superb car, which displays the registration ULZ 4615 and has a New City Cabs sign on the roof, then made off in the direction of the new M1 link road.
The taxi driver wasn't injured but was left badly shaken by the ordeal.
Anyone who was in the area at the time or anyone who knows the current location of the car is asked to contact Lisburn CID on 0845 600 8000.
Last night was my first Monday night in God knows how long.
I hate working Mondays simply because they tend to be so slow.
I ended up working last night due to unforeseen events last weekend.
To start my beloved was under the weather and feeling extremely sore on the Friday night so being the caring husband that i am i stayed home and tried to look after her.
(although I think I got in the road as much as I managed to help!!)
Saturday and Sunday nights where lost thanks to Ruby the new family puppy/mutt getting over excited and spilling the contents of her bladder on my back seat.
She managed this despite going to the loo only 2 minute before and the journey in the car lasting 1 minute!
Even though i was able to clean everything she spilled it took two days to dry properly.
So in the end I had to work last night to get enough money to pay depot rent.
Well I say work but I think more time was spent staring at other taxi drivers wondering why I was there!
Now i suppose it kinda goes without saying i tend to work most if not all Saturday nights, after all when else would a taxi driver make any money these days.
So it no surprise that i never really see what passes for Saturday night TV.
Well tonight was the exception to the rule.
I had the night off due to a certain puppy (im looking at you ruby) having a weak bladder that leaked on my back seat despite only being in the cab for 2 frickin minutes and having been to the loo just before she got in!
Anyhoo
Strictly come dancing made my night and put me back in a good mood.
Or more accurately that old battle axe Miss Ann Widdecombe former member of parliament on Strictly come dancing made my night.
She looked like big bird and moved like a baby hippo with no sense of rhythm and when she was spun around the floor I was in stitches, but she was fantastic caring not a jot what the judges thought just enjoying herself.
She single handedly made the show of course the judges hated her attempt at the Samba.
The judges gave her the lowest score ever on the show but with any luck the public vote will save her as it has done for the last few weeks.
For the first time ever I even voted myself on a TV vote, it was worth the 15p Ann was priceless.
The French President is sitting in his office when his telephone rings.
'Hallo, Mr. Sarkozy!' a heavily accented voice said. 'This is Paddy down at the Harp Pub in County Clare , Ireland .. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!
We voted to reject the Lisbon treaty!
Well, Paddy,' Sarkozy replied, This is indeed important news! How big is your army?
Right now,' says Paddy, after a moment's calculation, there is myself, me Cousin Sean, me next door neighbour Seamus, and the entire darts team from the pub.
That makes eleven!
Sarkozy paused. 'I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100,000 men in my army waiting to move on my command.'
Right says Paddy. 'I'll have to ring you back.'
Sure enough, the next day, Paddy calls again.
'Mr. Sarkozy, the war is still on.
We have managed to get us some infantry equipment!' 'And what equipment would that be Paddy?' Sarkozy asks.
'Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy's farm tractor.'
Sarkozy sighs amused.
'I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 6,000 tanks and 5,000 armoured personnel carriers.
Also, I have increased my army to 150,000 since we last spoke.'
'Saints preserve us!' says Paddy. 'I'll have to get back to you.'
Sure enough, Paddy rings again the next day.
'Mr. Sarkozy, the war is still on!
We have managed to get ourselves airborne!
We have modified Jackie McLaughlin's ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock Bar have joined us as well!'
Sarkozy was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat.
'I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100 bombers and 200 fighter planes. My military bases are surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I have increased my army to 200,000!'
'Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!' says Paddy, 'I will have to ring you back.'
Sure enough, Paddy calls again the next day.
'Top o' the mornin', Mr. Sarkozy! I am sorry to inform you that we have had to call off the war.'
'Really? I am sorry to hear that,' says Sarkozy. 'Why the sudden change of heart?'
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'Well,' says Paddy, 'we had a long chat over a few pints of Guinness and we decided there is no feckin' way we can feed 200,000 prisoner
I never check the car for lost property when I quit for the night.
Instead Jr checks it the next morning when he is getting a lift up to school with his mum or when we are heading out somewhere at the weekends.
For the most part he finds the odd coin or two, sometimes if he is very lucky he has came across a note or two.
His reward for doing this is that what he finds he gets to keep.
That was until yesterday.
We where all piling into the car heading over to Boucher Rd to Pets at home looking for a new collar for the mutt.
"Sweet i always wanted one of these" shouted Jr excitedly.
"Whats that then" I yawned (night shift sucks)
"Well you know how uncle Bobs got a IPhone 3gs?"
"An IPhone 3gs? what do you mean 3gs? An IPhone an IPhone isn't it?"
"No Dad theirs a difference like mines an IPhone 4"
I wasn't falling for that one i know he wants a new mobile for Christmas!
"You ain't getting an IPhone do know how much they cost"
"Its OK Dad i got one here!" he grinned
"WHAT where did you get that?"
"It was under the back seat, I always wanted one of these there sweet" he said still smiling
"Jr we got to give it back they cost a bomb" i tried to explain
"Maybe they don't want it why else would they leave it at there ass!!"
"I doubt they did it on purpose and stop saying ass".
So i ended up prizing the phone out of his hand, after five minutes of trying to work out how the hell it worked (Jr knew but i wasn't handing it back)
i called the number save as home on the phone.
The fella that lost it was one of my first punters the night before so i had been driving around all night with it on the floor of the cab and no one had nicked it!!
I arranged to drop it off on my way to Boucher, The fella was chuffed to get it back.
I told IPhone man there was no need but Jr was a bit happier when he got rewarded with a £20 finders fee.
I know that name i though to myself when I read the job i had just received on the datahead.
There is nothing unusual in that you get to know the names of regular punters.
but this didn't hit me as someone I knew.
Anyhow i made my way to where I was meant to pick up and two vaguely familiar fellas jumped in.
I ask where i was taking them, they where heading to separate addresses.
One bloke had a Belfast accent and one had an American/Canadian accent and for some reason it was the gent with the American/Canadian accent who i found familiar.
Both passengers where in very good form laughing and messing about, I was still trying to figure where i knew this bloke from there was.
We arrived at the first address quickly and the fella with the American/Canadian accent says his goodbyes and gets out.
As we where driving away I asked fella number two so what did you folks get up to tonight?
"Not much we where just at the students union the comedy club was on tonight.
"Comedy Club"
All of a sudden I knew why Mr American/Canadian accent was familiar.
It was bloody Tom Stade he's a stand up comedian.
One I did a friggin post on just a few weeks ago!!
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
One day in the forest, 3 guys were just hiking along a trail when all of a sudden, a huge pack of Indians attacked them and knocked them out.
When they woke up, they were at the leader of the tribe's throne.
The chief then said "All of your lives may be spared if you can find ten of one fruit and bring them back to me."
So after a while the first man returned with 10 apples.
The cheif then ordered him to stick all ten of them up his butt without making any expression at all on his face.
He had a little bit of trouble with the first one and started crying while trying to put the next one in. He was soon killed.
Later, the next guy came in with 10 grapes.
The cheif soon ordered him to do the same as the first guy. After to the 9th grape, the man started laughing so hard for no apperant reason, and was killed.
The first two guys soon met in heaven and the first guy ask the second, "Why did you start laughing?
You only needed one more grape and you'd have gotten away!"
The second guy answered while still laughing
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"I couldn't help it. I saw the third guy walking in with pineapples."