Question for tonight: what's your most terrifying taxi ride?
Mine has to be the Aberdonian taxi driver with a real chirpy 'I've had a fistful of coke' attitude, monologuing on why letting gay people donate blood was a terrible idea and he wouldn't want that anywhere near him to the extent that he'd rather die and 'don't you agree with me son? Yeah yeah yeah?' and I genuinely thought for a few seconds that I was getting into the sort of polite discussion that ends up like a scene from Pacific Rim... and then, with the attention span deficit you get in all good cokeheads, he started on to the next outrage the Daily Mail had told him about and I un-shit my drawers. You?