Friday, 16 October 2009

Safest taxi driver in the whole of Hong Kong

The first taxi man was your average arse hole - short fused and didn't know where the fuck we wanted to go... "Its something like Lang Kfwang FOng Chwong Foo" It was followed by the usual argument - taxi man Vs genie on how much to pay, the language barrier made it all the more interesting

the locals rave on the streets outside the bars and clubs and purchase their liquor from Seven Eleven, the Hong Kong OMCO. This has an added advantage of socialising with music without added bar costs.

Some ugly Liverpudlian with an abnormally sweaty face "Can i get you a drink." Walked into Seven Eleven and bought us a few cans - skanky bellend

... After a small blast of techno we made our way back to the converted toilet with some Singapore boys ..

Hailed down a taxi...

But this Taxi man was out right, the coolest taxi man to ever grace the planet

Not like the arse holes in Selly Oak we usually short change or clip clop away without paying. He didn't smell, have a cheeky perv, get his mates to rob our house, child lock us in his car or take us the 'long way' round.

He raved - He laughed - he gave us his Mix CD and he lit up a splif ... what a ledged - The knowledge of DJ GFUNK was born.

Have a nosey

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