Instead if they do qualify then I'll probably take the bike out for a blast and enjoy the deathly quiet roads.
I’m not super interested in any sport, although I keep a desultory eye on West Ham’s results, as the family of one of my first girlfriends were raving Hammers, and it kind of stuck.
I’ll watch France if they’re playing, but not at rugby, I have as much idea of rugby as I do quantum physics, but when I was driving a Black Cab, I loved it if England were playing.
It was like shooting fish in a barrel, I could take my pick of fares, there were only a handful of drivers working.
I could get an average 8 hour day’s money in 3 or 4 hours.
One day, I picked up a job in Holborn, going to Fenchurch St. station, and decided that that was it, finish.
As I pulled into the station, the queue of potential fares was 50-75 metres long, and their faces lit up as they saw me pull in.
I dropped the job, got paid, then extinguished the TAXI light, got out, faced the queue and said, “I’m finished, I’m going home, I live in Rotherhithe, if anyone’s going that way, they can have a freebie, on me.”
Two young women, halfway down the queue, said tentatively, “St. James Rd. Bermondsey?”
“We have a winner”, I said, they were happy, I was happy, a win-win.