“Okay, gov’ners, where to?” the cabbie asked.
“G’day, mate, we want the tour. Buck House, Houses of Parliament, the works,” Matt replied, getting into the back of the black London cab.
“Sure thing, gov. You want me to give you a commentary, like for your friend there?”
Colin bristled; some people, shop assistants and waitresses being the worst offenders, would look at Colin and ask him what Martin wanted. Martin told Colin it was known as the ‘does he take sugar’ principle.
Martin spoke up. “Thank you very much, err…”
“Ken.”
“Thank you, Ken. A described tour would be very welcome.”
“Sure thing, mate.”
The cab set off, and soon Ken began talking. “We’re on Kilburn High Road and it’s a straight run through St. John’s Wood.”
“Oh, that’s quite a posh area isn’t it?” Martin asked.
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