I gave up taxi stories some time back - I should never read my negative reviews - but I'm breaking my fast.
I was tired, irritable, hungry and anxious to escape the City Centre so I hailed a taxi at the multi-dildoed Ulster Bank complex on the quays. We got chatting about work and the fact that I got let go in June.
I told him I was filling my days engaging in a bit of writing while doing my very least to find some new full-time employ.
"Do you know what you should write about? An article that, if it's written, will definitely make you a few bob..."
"What's that," I asked.
"Plugs. When you buy an electric toothbrush they still come with those two-pronged plugs and no modern bathroom has an outlet for them. It's a disgrace. It's completely senseless..."
"It is. Yeah, you really get it. It's ridiculous! Stupid! I mean, if you write about that you'll be well on your way."
I figured he was taking the piss.
"That's a great idea."
"It really is, I mean I've never seen an article written about that and it's a real scandal, y'know?"
"I follow, yeah. Great stuff. I'll write it as soon as you drop me home. Maybe I'll win a Pulitzer!"
"Ah now, you'd hardly win a Pulitzer, but you'd definitely make a few quid for yourself."
He then went into detail about how to make a 'delicious chicken fried rice,' handed down to him by his mail order bride from Uganda, so it wasn't a completely lost cause.