Hello. Yes. I am still alive.
Who would want to pay $749 retail for this iron? C’mon. Tell me. Who?
For $749 you could pay someone to do your ironing for several months!
Hello. Yes. I am still alive.
Who would want to pay $749 retail for this iron? C’mon. Tell me. Who?
For $749 you could pay someone to do your ironing for several months!
Strange things are afoot at Channel Eddie. Now he’s signing up taxi drivers on appearance contracts…
BESIEGED Channel 9 boss Eddie McGuire has opened his chequebook to sign up a Gold Coast cabbie.
Taxi driver Gerard Donaghy, who was one of three cab drivers to appear as a special guest on Andrew Denton’s Enough Rope on ABC Television on Monday night, revealed yesterday he had been placed on a retainer with Nine.
It comes as Mr McGuire sacks staff, offers redundancies and asks for pay cuts.
Mr Donaghy said he was actually unsure what his new role with Nine would be, and was loath to give out too many details of his new contract.
“Not sure really what I’ll be doing,” Mr Donaghy said.
“Who knows? I could be going to drive Eddie McGuire around.
“The managing director of (Nine) Brisbane Chris Taylor came down yesterday and signed me up.”
Mr Donaghy and the other two cab drivers, one from Sydney and the other from Melbourne, told Denton about their life and times driving the streets.
The Reedy Creek resident had the audience in stitches with his story of a schoolie who vomited in his cab, how he’s never taken up an offer of sex for a fare, and how he avoids fights.
“Agreeing with them (passengers) is usually the best thing to do, so you become, kind of like, a liberal socialist communist Buddhist.”
The Courier Mail, 7/7/2006.
Not many people know that I drove a taxi for about 18 months before I left Australia on my overseas jaunt a little over 10 years ago. It was a real eye opener. Driving people around for money causes you to ponder whether the human race is doomed or if it’s just taking a minor pause for a beer, a bong and a line of coke before it launches itself onto a higher plane of awareness. I feel it is the case of the former, but I do hope that it’s a case of the latter.
I did pretty well out of driving taxis back then. Most drivers earnt around $6-$7 an hour in the mid-90s. I was getting a bit more than double that because of my no-holes-barred driving and pick-up techniques. Colour didn’t matter to me. That is, the colour of traffic lights and the colour of my passengers. Most Brisbane drivers 10 years ago had real hang-ups about gays, asians, blacks, long haired metal fans and goths.
If national service ever returns to this country, it should consist of 2 weeks of driving night shift in any Australian capital city in order to open peoples eyes to the wonderful differences that exist between every single one of us.
Imagine how different the world would be without bikies offering to pay their $120 taxi fare with a quarter ounce of pot and a half gram of speed.
Or how different it would be in a world without lipstick lesbians trying to shock a taxi driver by performing a daring 69 maneuvere while going over speed humps at 80kmh (that was my favourite taxi fare – worth every cent of the $15).
Or maybe how different the world would be without drunken university students, wannabe comedians and rednecks. They kept me going, especially the rednecks. Rednecks were so easy to please in a taxi. They hate everyone not white and everything that isn’t europeanish. Ironically enough, 90% of the time when rednecks asked if they could eat in the taxi as they jumped in (and I’d always say yes) they would have a kebab or a bag of spring rolls.
I could tell a million more stories. Only if you want to hear them though.