Well Chris, as we ageing hipsters are prone to say, I can see where you’re coming from.
I’ve made no secret of the fact that for the longest time I drove a Black Cab, nor that I feel that the female sex is the greatest invention since the wheel.
I hate to rain on your parade, mais hélas, I wasn’t in that film, incognito or otherwise.
I haven’t seen it, but I understand it be portraying virile working class taxi drivers to be making “the milkman” look like an amateur when it comes to nailing promiscuous young women.
Although I was no shrinking violet and on rare occasions, after some well dressed 30 something attractive woman had initiated a conversation, (a thing I never did), with subtle flirting overtones, I would suggest meeting for a glass of wine or perhaps dinner, and from there it went where it may, I never to my recall picked up a short skirted scrubber who suggested that we pull into an abandoned factory to discuss world affairs in the back seat.
In short, while I was never averse to sharing a table with an attractive intelligent woman, chasing 20 y.o. nymphomaniacs held less allure.
Those were the days, when sex was pretty safe, medically and legally, and fighting involved fists, not knives and guns.
