Mick Roads

My Jacket

2008-03-26T10:13:00.000-07:00

I'm well fucked off, with a capital CUNT! Naresh has only gone and used my jacket to mop up some cat sick the stupid prick! I'm going to stick my boot so far up that cat's arse its spines going to come out of its mouth.
Naresh said he thought my jacket was an old rag! What he doesn't understand is that a cab drivers jacket is not only his uniform but it's also his badge. Are you following me? What I'm trying to say is my jacket is a map of my time as a cab driver. I know where every (love) stain has come from. Every bit of curry and kebab sauce that's been spilt has happened because I haven't wanted (through sheer responsibility) to take my eyes off of the road. Some of the blood and sweat is mine and some of it is other peoples. Now it's all lost! Gone for ever.
Hang on I've just had an idea.
I'll cut a hole in my jacket and replace it with some material from the carpet in Naresh's office.
See how he likes it!
See you later.
Mick

Green Dog Shit

2008-03-12T08:56:00.000-07:00

Fuck me look at this! Green Dog Shit!
What the hell have they been feeding this dog!
Pea soup and leaves and green paint.
Has anybody got any pictures of different coloured dog shit?
Together I'm sure we can make a rainbow of shit.
Come on everyone lets do this.
Mick

Mick's cafe

2008-02-27T13:37:00.000-08:00

Fancy a mouthful?
I'm thinking of opening up my own cafe.
Take a look at the menu...
Finger licking good stuff eh?

theyve cut my FUCKING GAS OFF.

2008-01-14T09:14:00.000-08:00

I heard down the pub that all our gas is coming from Boratstan or somewhere. Anyway those gas fucks have cut off my gas for not paying my gas. They should call that company the Ass company instead becasuse that s what their gass smells like anyway.

Anyway this has to happen at the coldest fucking week of the year so I'm freezing my nuts off any time I'm not in the car. Or the kebab shop. Or the cab office. Or the Exchange. Basicaly any where in Ilford is warmer than my fucking shithole of a flat.

The electricity is still working thanks to a hookup that Amal did me, and I'm learning to survive like that fat bloke off the telly who goes into the forest and eats his own shit. I'm not doing that, don't get me wrong, I'm never going to eat shit... not unless someone paid me loads of money, like 500 quid. Anyway I'm talking about survival here, and I don't know how I got sidetracked into talking about eating shit.

I have no cooker, cos it's gas, but I do have a sandwich toaster and i found out that if you leave it open you can fry eggs in it. They come out triangular but they're OK. You can get a couple of sausages in there as well. Also, I prised the gas fire away from the wall and found a real fireplace behind it, so I've been burning a chopped up door for the last few days and when that's done there's a pile of broken pallets in the back yard that will go up nicely.

Kung Fu

2008-01-10T01:21:00.001-08:00

Did a pickup at a Kung Fu club today. I tell you it takes a special kind of cunt to go to a kung Fu club. Now I know a fair few Marshal Arts myself but you better believe I didn’t learn them off some senile old fucker whose dick gets hard when people call him Master Sensi. My skills I learned through years of street fighting, cab fighting (that’s where you twist your upper body round, duck between the front seats and punch someone in the head or balls before they can get out of the cab) and watching Fist of Fury about 500 times. So I got the eye of the tiger and the world’s best teacher (Bruce Lee) and it adds up to a lethal combo. That’s why I had to go to the police and register my hands as lethal weapons (and provide my insurance documents, but I had to do that anyway ‘cos some tosser got himself caught up in my wing mirror on Cranbrook road.)

Anyway, long story short, I picked up the cunt at the Kung Fu club and drove him up to Leytonstone and I had to put the window open because the bastard smelled so much. I wanted to say something like what kind of Kung Fu do you do, Pong Like Bum? But it came out wrong and I said do you like men’s bums and the cunt didn’t talk to me after that. Didn’t fucking tip neither so I tried to drive over his foot as I left, the smelly fucker. Cunt Fu, they should call it.

Almost rich today.

2007-12-20T07:17:00.000-08:00

I was driving down by epping forest today and I could swear I saw a suitcase open on the ground and it looked like it had hundreds of fifty quid notes all spilling out of it. So of course I jammed on the brakes and this silly cunt in the back goes and hits his head on the back of the headrest. I wanted to jump out right there and then to get the money but first I had to deal with this prick who says i broke his nose. I told him I'd clipped a cat and had to go back and finish the twitching fucker off and he went all quiet after that.

So back I go and wouldn't you believe it... What I thought was a huge pile of money turns out to be about 1000 rotting playing cards with ARP SCANDINAVIA written on the back. When I got back to the cab Cunt asked us about the cat and I told him it was going to be 20 quid extra for cleaning and shit.

SAT NAV

2007-12-12T08:57:00.000-08:00

Picked up a Sat-nav at the Redbridge Community centre car boot sale yesterday. I wanted to see what all the fuss is about with these things, but far as I can tell sat-nav is a piece of shit. What it does is wherever you are in the world it picks up x-rays from Mars or something and gives you two fuck-off long numbers which are your longertude and lattertude map coordinates. Then you got to get out a map like fucking Captain Cook and make a cross where the two lines meet and that’s where you are. ‘Course by the time you’ve made the cross you’ve driven past that bit so you got to start again. Sat-nav… Shit-nav more like. The cunt I had riding in back kept yelling at me to put the map and the pencils down and look out the windscreen. Said he knew the way anyway, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned in 20 years of minicabbing it’s the passengers don’t know fuck about how to get where they want to go unless they want to go to cunt land which is where they’re from anyway. Then the Sat nav (which weighs a fucking ton) slid across my dashboard when I made a right turn and the wire came out and now I think it’s fucked. Worst two quid I ever spent.

Naresh caves in

2007-12-06T12:52:00.000-08:00

Naresh has finally given in and arranged for a Xmas bash down at the kebab shop. He says we can have what ever we like off the menu as long as it’s not over £5 (and that includes a cup of tea). I’m trying to get some of the guys to go down Wetherspoons afterwards but none of them are having it. Maybe they're worried about a little competition. I’m going in my Santa costume which I’ve just got dry cleaned (there was a lot of stains) It’s a real winner with the ladies. After my kebab I’m hoping to spread (as in legs) a little ‘X’mas cheer (and when I say cheer I mean spunk). I might not be the real Santa but I’ve got a sack load of goodies to give out- all tadpole shaped. They say that Father Christmas comes just once a year, well he’s one unlucky cunt. If he’s not getting any with Mrs Claus he should contact me as I’ve just laid my paws on a job lot of Love Dolls. I know that she’s not much to look at but I’ll throw in a paper bag to stick over her head.
See you around.
Mick

Christmas Cancelled!

2007-11-26T05:02:00.000-08:00

Naresh (that’s my controller) won’t throw us cabbies a Christmas party again this year. He says there’s not one Christian in the whole cab company and half of them don’t drink so he’s not going to waste the money but I know for a fact he bought a plastic Christmas tree down the PriceSaver because I saw him coming out of there holding it. If you ask me the cheap git doesn’t want a bunch of cabbies getting pissed up on company premises in case he gets sued when one of us runs over an old lady... I kept telling him that silly old ratbag should have been wearing a reflecter if she’s going to be hobbling about after dark and I wasn’t even pissed when I hit her but he says no xmas party and that’s final.

NARESH IS A CHEAP CUNT NARESH IS A CHEAP CUNT NARESH IS A CHEAP CUNT NARESH IS A CHEAP CUNT NARESH IS A CHEAP CUNT NARESH IS A CHEAP CUNT.

Stick that in your search engine, Google.