How chuffed was I when I asked my work to sort me a taxi out for an early morning train to London and a brand new massive Chrysler with my very own Man In Black tipped up at 6am? Very. Speshly when he opened the door for me, carried my bag, offered me a mint and didn't stink of fags. And I got a text the night before telling me who my driver would be. Now that's fancy.
Apparently our office use these guys all the time and they do a proper chauffeur service if you're feeling flush. I'll settle with up-market taxi service for the same price as a normal one though, thanks! Mega! read more
