Taxi Pete and fellow Sherwood regular Trev were booked on a mini bus to go to PNE’s away match at Scunthorpe.

The bus was booked for 3PM at the Withy Trees pub and Pete told me he had to be there for 1:30PM because Trev didn’t like being late.

Aye, I’m sure that’s the only reason they turned up so early, nothing to do with chilled flowing beer then?

Anyway, I wasn’t even invited and going by the result and match report I’m glad I wasn’t.

So instead, with it being Threshers week, I worked.

My night went OK; there were thousands of students around 53 Degrees making an absolute mess, as they were all drinking cans and bottles while waiting in the humongous queue that had formed.

There was litter and broken bottles all over the place.

I decided to use the rank at 53 Degrees as I figured some of the students would get sick of waiting in the queue, and I wasn’t wrong.

Job after job I got from there, for about an hour, while all the other drivers sat twiddling their thumbs on the usual taxi ranks.

All of the jobs went to Lava, Rumes or The Warehouse in the town centre.

On a side note, don’t we have a great choice of places to go in Preston? Is it any wonder why we cabbies get taxi fares to far afield occasionally? Barring the big cities, we must be the envy of the North West for night life and long may it continue.

So anyway, I was promised a guaranteed taxi fare off Taxi Pete and Trev once they got back to Preston, and they came up with the goods… at 4 blinking AM in the morning.

They’d only been supping in the Old Dog on Church St; a pub that Pete described as a gem, a traditional watering hole instead of the sterile money extracting neon lit rubbish you get elsewhere on Church St.