A thread for us to share our experiences with these characters.
One of them (Philip O’Brien) initiated conversation with me about the budget this afternoon. I was pretty tired and had no interest in conversing and gave a stock short answer about it being ‘controversial enough’ and hoped he’d shut up. Then he got visibly more animated and started moving his hands in an aggrivated manner and provided me with a heartfelt little speech:
‘I’ll tell you something. I’ll tell you something now. There’s a lot of people who need to take a look at themselves in this country. And I’ll tell you now. I’ll tell you - Bono’s getting away fairly lightly in all of this. Do you see him on telly or in the papers trying to get people to support Irish and buy Irish. Bono doesn’t care about our economy. You’d have to be black for Bono to give you a dig out.’
I’d be the same, but in saying that I had to direct a lad of foreign extraction to Camden Street one day.
Fucking Mecca for Taxis and he didn’t know where it was.
God help you if you are going somewhere unusual. I’ve had to pull out the sat nav on the phone a few times.
Of course a Dub is going to know his way around better, but in the trade off you’ll have to listen to him talk shite for the whole trip.
What we need to do is demolish the city completely and put in a grid system. We can have avenues running from north to south and streets running from east to west. No more confusion.
They should introduce the knowledge. Just like in London. And then as your test some bogger thick guard can get into the car and ask you to drive him to Rody’s or Coppers.
Good to see yourself and Flano have abandoned your dog eat dog free market fundamentalism and are now advocating European-style state socialist policies, brian.
wouldnt bother me either who was driving. as likely to get ripped off by some Irish lad as “an obvious non national”. Was in Dublin before Christmas, and got a taxi where an ignorant Tipp cunt from Toomevara was driving. Took a detour for fucking ages thinking myself and the lad with me (who was pissed and trying to talk bogger to him, hence why I reckon he thought he could get away with it) told him to go fuck himself when we got to our destination and paid what it should have cost.
anytime a taxi man has tried rip me off in Dublin they have always been Irish.
A taxi driver boxed me in the arm once when I was slagging off Paul O’Connell. I was a backseat passenger at the time so he had to stop and turn right around to do it.
I was in a taxi with a fella one night in Limerick claiming to be Keith Earls uncle, I never said as many complimentary words about a sportsman in my life. I survived unscathed.
