Through his humorous account the reader gains an insight into the rich variety of people with whom he has come into contact: the famous, the awkward, the shoppers, the emergencies, the crime, the late night clubbers, the mean and the generous tippers. This is Glasgow, rich in variety, seen through the twinkling eyes of a likeable cab-driver whose humanity shines through.
The book also gives an insight into the business of being a cab-driver – getting a licence, passing the street test and renting or buying a cab of your own, a surprisingly large investment.
It concludes with a short history of the Glasgow taxi trade and mechanical details of the vehicles used for the enthusiast.
Rather like Anna Blair’s Tea at Miss Cranston’s (Shepheard-Walwyn 1985), this is a gently humorous trip down memory lane which will strike a chord with Glaswegians all over the world.
Jack Clyde was born in St Vincent Street, directly behind the ‘old’ Glasgow Savings Bank in Argyle Street, in the early fifties. His father was a cab-driver and, in time, a fleet owner, so he was born into the trade and from an early age was enlisted to help clean the cabs. As he grew up he too became a cab-driver, and this is his account of a working lifetime spent driving the citizens of Glasgow from place to place.
Keywords: humour, Scotland