What a horrendous night that was!

Town was full of very drunk people and idiots hell bent on finding confrontation.

I had one ‘customer’ who talked to his mate for the whole journey home, about how he was going knock out a guy’s teeth the next time he saw him, and when I got them home he started to verbally abuse me.

I’m not the only one to witness this annual bad atmosphere either; Pete said on the CB that he had a difficult job that night, and I was speaking to Ronnie the landlord of the Dog & Partridge, who also said he saw loads of idiots battling on the usually calm Friargate.

There was police sirens blurring away for the majority of the evening and I saw quite a few cars that had been pulled over by the cops too. One customer told me that he saw armed police attend an incident in the town centre.

Anyway, apart from the violent idiot I had in the cab, the rest of my night went well thanks to my regulars, who all remember to ring me for their cab home.

My phone was red hot late into the evening, I had call after call and that suited me fine. Granted I had to drive past people trying to flag a cab in order to reach my booked jobs, but I’m more than happy with that because if I provide a good service, they’ll keep ringing.

Hectic nights like that I won’t make as much money as other drivers who can stop at the first flag down. But that’s a small price to pay because those same regulars call me on quiet nights weekly, when all the other cabs are ranked up.

We cabbies probably get around five nights per year that are hectic like that; so to lose out on five nights, but gain on several hundred thanks to regulars calling me, is a non contest as far as I’m concerned… I’ll always go for my regulars no matter how small the journey. If they ring me, I come on time.