Back on the job, looking at all the pis*heads and realising it is a full moon tonight … great … always trouble with a full moon.
Don’t ask why ’cause I don’t know how it happens but there are more fights, arguments and arrests during a full moon for some unexplained reason than any other night and tonight was no exception.
Lots of people getting very drunk and being total prats. One fare, boy and girl, both wanting to go to different addresses. Argument in back seat as to who should win the toss. After a few minutes I won! “To save you the trouble why don’t you both get out and pis* off as I don’t need this tonight.”
They were replaced by a very nice ‘bible thumper’ and that is not a subject you want to get me into. As he was sober I had to be polite and let him have his say but I drew the line when he asked me to church with him …. not too sure how he meant it either … he did have a very effeminate way about him! (Wonder if he was a priest?)
Our main rank takes ten cabs and in the space of those ten cabs there were three girls being sick and this was BEFORE midnight. There is nothing attractive in a girl bent over throwing up her insides all over her shoes, dribbling vomit on her chin with a half eaten kebab in her hand asking for a taxi home. The second word is “Off” !
Good ‘domestic’ taking place outside one pub. He wants to go clubbing and she wants to go home. From discussion to verbal abuse to violence in about two minutes and the usual police attendance to end their night. She went home bruised and he partied with the police in a nice warm van. Oh! the joys of a night out with the one you love!
Another good cabaret ! Two females having a slapping match and hair pulling contest while the men have a testosterone competition. Bloody police ruined it again before it got interesting. Wouldn’t it save a lot of time and money if we just had a large boxing ring these people were put in until they resolved their differences? No weapons and no rules!
Getting close to my going home now as they are about to release the last animals from the clubs. The ones that stay to the bitter end are usually the worst as they have had more to drink. I’m sure the clubs feed them raw meat then let them loose. Oh! look … here comes my decider … barely able to walk and being held up by a girl that looks like she has just beaten Terminator then did her make up with a slice of pizza …..I’m going to bed.
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