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Caller: So we pull up outside her house and then she says she's got no brass. She's skint like. So I says, what the **** you gonna do about fare? I'm last white taxi driver as it is; I'm not a bleeding charity, am I?
John Shark: You're a dying breed.
Caller: Aye. So what does she do? She spreads 'em right wide, one on each of seats, and gives me a right eyeful of meat pie. Then she says, take it out of here. Couldn't ****ing believe it.
John Shark: Steady on, Don. So what did you do?
Caller: What you think I bloody did? I whipped it out and give her one, didn't I? Right there in back of cab. Good one and all. Best she'd had in a while, she reckoned.
JohnShark: Women, eh? Can't live with them, can't kill 'em. 'Cept round Chapeltown.
The John Shark Show
Radio Leeds
Sunday 29th May 1977
From the novel 1977 by David Peace
John Shark: You're a dying breed.
Caller: Aye. So what does she do? She spreads 'em right wide, one on each of seats, and gives me a right eyeful of meat pie. Then she says, take it out of here. Couldn't ****ing believe it.
John Shark: Steady on, Don. So what did you do?
Caller: What you think I bloody did? I whipped it out and give her one, didn't I? Right there in back of cab. Good one and all. Best she'd had in a while, she reckoned.
JohnShark: Women, eh? Can't live with them, can't kill 'em. 'Cept round Chapeltown.
The John Shark Show
Radio Leeds
Sunday 29th May 1977
From the novel 1977 by David Peace
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