29: 1980

Back in 1980– before the era of Ubers – I was trying to hail a black cab from a pavement in North Kensington. Three cabs pulled alongside but when I asked the drivers to take me to Brixton all three said things like: “I’m not going there, not at this time of night”. “You can forget it. F**king jungle bunnies. One of them once held a knife to a friend of mine”, and “What do you want to live there for?”