These taxis have been a lifesaver for me. I shall, embarrassingly, expand on the story....
It was a cold, winter's night around about half past three. In the morning. I was a lonely, innocent girl stranded in a far, far away land. Still, where exactly this land was, remains to be confirmed...
Said, young, lonely girl was not feeling too bright. It's thought that somewhere along the way from getting wined and dined she had been attacked in the form of tequila and Jager bombs.
As awful as this was, the story gets worse - intake of breath please. I WOKE UP in a strange land, jumped off of a moving bus (once it had stopped moving) and fell upon the kindness of a Great Western Taxi driver.
A tiny fortune later (for this land was further away than you could image), I was tucked up in bed hiding my face in shame.
The moral of the story is: do not drink that much and do not fall asleep on the night bus home. However, IF you do, you'd better hope one of these beauties happens to be passing by and rescue you. read more