Once I was driving down Oxford Street when a drunken Irish passenger leaned out the window and loudly abused the crowd waiting outside Stonewall. “Fook off, yous durty fookin’ faggots!”
Such vilification against gays, rarely seen from passengers, really surprised me and I told him so. Anyway, I suggested, anal sex wasn’t exclusive to gay men.
"Actually, lad, my girlfriend loves it,” he countered, “but it’s nothing to do with that. It’s just that those durty fookers kiss each other!”
On Wednesday evening I was telling another driver how earlier in the shift I’d carried two lipstick lesbians. He asked, “How do you know they were lesbians?” “Because one minute they were chatting away,” I explained, “then it suddenly went quiet." They were having a deep and prolonged bout of tonsil tickling.
This had the driver recounting a similar experience where he’d carried two off-duty policewomen doing the same thing. Except in his case he stopped the cab and gave them the choice of behaving or getting out. After roundly abusing him they got out.
When I wondered if the kissing had distracted him enough to become a safety issue, he said, “Not at all. It’s because they disrespected me in my workplace. They also would be upset if I came into their workplace with my girlfriend and started kissing and cuddling.”
I couldn’t argue with that.