
In between hours of staring blankly at pages of code and other gibberish on my computer screen, I have been occupied by my latest passion - the black london taxicab I bought a few weeks ago. It is seriously good fun to drive around in, and we both argue over who's turn it is every time we need to go somewhere. I have had it checked out by a taxi mechanic, and he reckons it's good for another hundred thousand miles at least. When the sun shines, I nip outside with my T-cut, BackToBlack, vinyl roof polish, WD40 etc, and tinker with it. As if this isn't daft enough, I have just ordered a wooden steering wheel, chrome hubcaps, and an assortment of other chromey bits to fancy it up a bit. Alison wants to do up the interior in a kind of Indian retro chic stylee, with mad carpet, cushions and dangly things. I want a decent stereo with a subwoofer wotsit and a set of chrome bumpers. We are all being silly buggers this week.










