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Stoke is one of those spread-out sort of places the Midlands specialises in, pedestrians aren't well catered for. And I don't drive. So when I go up there, I am often in a taxi. There is no half way house with the taxi drivers, they are either wildly cheerful or utterly lugubrious. Here is a recent conversation between a taxi driver and me. I'd just spend the weekend at my Mum's and called a taxi firm called Sid's to take me to the station. It was a Monday morning, average in every way, not overdoing the weather.  
Taxi arrives.
Driver says traffic terrible and sticks ‘Sids’ stickers to side of car (?)
I ask him to help me take off my backpack and put it in the boot with my wheelie suitcase. He does this, not happy to be asked.
We get in the taxi.
I say something about the traffic, ask if many people are going to the station
Driver -You are my first station job this morning.
Me - Oh, weird, wonder why it’s so busy on a Monday then? I thought it might be people going off t…

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