I Drove It My Way Tales of a London Cabbie
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The biography of a cabbie condensed into an often hilarious, celebrity-rich and geographically informative journey across London...
John Healy drove a black cab around London for twenty-seven years, meeting a fascinating cross-section of people, from the rich and famous to the infamous and downright difficult. In his autobiography he takes the reader on an imaginary cab journey around the capital, creating a unique travelogue crammed with anecdotes about the characters he has met.
His story is interspersed with intriguing facts about London's exciting, diverse and occasionally gruesome history, and recalls some of the most devastating terrorist atrocities to hit London in recent times.
Before becoming a cabbie, John worked for twenty years as a television engineer, mending sets for celebrities like Hayley Hills, Margaret Thatcher and Lord Lucan. He draws on these experiences, too, and the result is an exclusive, insider's view of London life that spans almost five decades.
John Healy was born in Limerick and raised in County Dublin, but moved to the UK in the late 1950’s. He worked as a TV engineer, then spent twenty-seven years as a London cabbie. John has previously published a children's book, The Flea and the Cauliflower (Authorhouse, 2008). He lives in Tooting, South West London.
wearing only her knickers and bra. She told us that her client did not want to be identified but that the only exit was through the kitchen. The near-naked lady asked us if we would mind holding on to one end of a blanket while she and Romeo held the far end, but they would be on the reverse side. We all held the blanket above our heads and did a little dance. We went to the left, they went to the right. When the half circular dance was completed we found ourselves in the bedroom where the
writings of the books to a high degree of accuracy. It all looks impressively authentic with Holmes’ deerstalker hat and violin on display for all to see. And there is always a policeman dressed in nineteenth century uniform standing outside during opening hours. Chapter 21 Across Baker Street from the Sherlock Holmes museum is the lost property office. At the time of writing this book there is a small exhibition of unusual things that were lost long ago displayed in the window. One particular
emerged for execution. Eventually, six badly emaciated and hungry Burghers came out to be hanged, and in the nick of time, Queen Philippa of Hainault saved them by appealing to the king for clemency. Well known for her pity, this multiple statue was dedicated to Queen Philippa and her heart of gold. * * * William Huskisson was a Member of Parliament for Liverpool in the 1830s. He has the unusual reputation of being the first person to be killed on the railway. This unlucky man was opening a
tight on to the handlebars in sheer panic. The girl started running on the other side of the bike. She was screaming, and shouting, ‘Mind my bike, mind my bike. It’s not paid for yet’. I didn’t know how to stop the thing, it was like a scene from a Carry On movie. Eventually, we got the machine under control and she jumped onto the bike, looked me straight in the eyes and said rather aggressively ‘Goodbye’, before riding off, leaving me there all alone. It was all very embarrassing. I had just
Damnation’ in the pulpit, and later they could be found in the Grand Hotel downing double whiskies and eyeing up the women guests, whilst the men of the parish would mostly head to one of the three local pubs, and by the time they went home for their Sunday dinner they were mostly three sheets to the wind. They just fell asleep. Those days are gone now, and men are more respectful to their spouses. I do believe there is more harmony in the home. I do hope that I am correct on this fragile marital