An Ordinary Extraordinary Life

The gentleman that collected me was a nice chap. He was your stereotypical cabbie really, with an ever-expanding waistline, probably middle-aged, with the ‘cabbie’ bald patch and the few remaining strands of hair grown long and combed across the top of his hair to try to hide it. He looked like something out of this comedy sketch I saw once, a little later in life, where the man on the sketch kept trying to ‘stick’ the strands of hair in place and they kept moving and revealing his bald head. The copious amount of brylcream ‘glistened’ looking like someone had poured the entire contents of a chip pan over his head. I swear that this character was modeled after this one cabbie, anyway back to the plot.