Sexual equality

Whether Emily Davison wanted to attach a Women's Social and Political Union's flag to King's horse Anmar, or not, she was very much successful indeed with the bombing of Chancellor of the Exchequer David Lloyd George's house. That woman had balls, no doubt! How exactly did that contribute to a change in social views is not very clear to me. Nevertheless I'm really happy to see women serving in armed forces, police or being fire fighters. I feast my eyes on female politicians and businesswomen. I totally support Topfreedom. Notwithstanding, once I decided to take a leak at that urinal on Cambridge Circus. Unfortunately I wasn't able to empty my bladder in peace. A passing by French girl looked at me and asked: "Don't you think that it's a bit unfair with the ladies?" What did she really mean? Is having a willey something a bit sex-discriminative? I bet that bit could be a good fun indeed!
As my dear friend Uco uses to say: ¿DONDE VAMOS A ACABAR?

What is this?

I saw those four lads on Regent St. First I thought that they were gay. Mainly because one of them, who nota bene had a very conspicuous fake suntan and was wearing quite peculiar track suit, exclaimed seeing me: "YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!!!" "Pecunia non olet!" - I said to myself and asked them if they needed a lift anywhere. One of them got closer and straight away tried to get on my trike. The plastic rain shield worked and he didn't manage to get through. Meanwhile the one who liked me that much was next to me. "You know what you look like?" - he asked jeeringly. Burbling and slurring he compared me to some fucking horse fuck knows where from. Suddenly I got it all very clear. How could I had taken those raving Essex boys for some frisky homosexuals?!? "What is this on your chin?!" - aggressively he pointed out at my goatee. "Your mum's pubic hair!" - I answered somewhat hastily and surprisingly even for myself. Saying that I pressed the pedals. The bastards seethed with anger. One of them tried to grab my trike's canopy the other kicked my rickshaw. I stopped and asked what were they doing. The four bullies closed their ranks and the "sunburnt" call me to "come back here". Three big black guys, waiting on a bus stop nearby started to say something about skinheads. The one wearing tracky announced that I had a very bad breath and therefore should go to brush my teeth. His companions cackled and together off they went.

05:15 AM

That guy stopped me on Shaftesbury Avenue. He said he was from Liverpool. "I want to smash some pussy, bruv!" His nose was pretty deformed. I could see scars on his cheek and forehead. He said he was a man of principles and therefore he wanted to spend on sex maximum £20. By that time all the cheap brothels were already shut. I explained that to him. "Take me to Kings Cross then!" I named the price. He said he'd rather take a minicab but he didn't move. I gave him a better price. He got excited and patting on my canopy exclaimed: "I'll give you ten pounds solid cash! I'm an Arab, bruv! Sumtin' is bettah than nutin'!!!" I laughed and wished him good night. He looked surprised.

Celebrities

One night I started early enough to stop in front of some theater while it was kicking out. I thought I was lucky when a young couple approached me. Much to my surprise as soon as they sat on my trike I got surrounded by a bunch of paparazzi. Flash lamps blazed wildly. My customers didn't seem to mind at all. By the way I had no clue whom they might be... After a little while of striking poses they asked me to move on. The destination was not distant. They didn't ask for a price. I felt curious about how generous those celebs would be. I didn't want to seem greedy though. I decided to give them a reasonable price. Still something in me was expecting a handsome tip. We stopped in front of a popular club in Soho. I asked for £3 per person. That guy put some coins in my hand, thanked me and they were gone quickly. I checked and... It was only five pounds...

Lost

I had a lift to Euston station. As I was about to get back to West End a young Russian lad came to me and said: "Wardour Street, can you do it?! How long?" I told him it would probably take about 10 minutes and he was in. He was in a hurry but still acted very politely. He kept talking with some girl on his phone and soon I realised she was waiting for him somewhere on the street, that's why he was in so much rush. I was pushing on hard. After a while he understood something. "Listen! Where did you pick me up from?" "Euston Station, why?" "You know, I left that club on Wardour Street, in Soho, and I got lost. I walked on and on. I ended up where you picked me up from.. Were I going in circles by any chance?" "Well... Kind of..." - I told him. He asked me to stop by a cash point. He was very grateful and he proved it giving me much more money than I expected. Finally I got him to Wardour Street. The girl waiting for him was very fit. He thanked me again and ran straight to her. It seemed to me that she was slightly annoyed...

Hot cash

A rickshaw stopped in front of me. Two girls jumped off and started to run away without paying the rider. They split and one of them was silly enough to escape my way. I quickly got off my trike, grabbed the wench, lifted her up and carried back. She was very young and cute. The rider who brought them managed to stop the other one. She was a nasty butch dyke. "Let me go! I will pay!" - exclaimed my captive. I lowered her on the ground. She looked at me with admiration: "Wooooow! You are soooo strong!" The other one hearing this gave me a murderous look. "Come here!" The gal took me by my hand and started to push it down her panties. "What the hell are you doing?!!!" - I asked trying to set myself free and nervously looking around. "Oh K'mon!!! I said I was paying! Don't worry! Just put your hand down there..." - she said in such a straightforward manner that I basically followed her instructions. I touched her short cropped pubic her, reached deeper and right by her pussy I found a little wad of notes... "Have you got it? Now give it to me..." - said that Succubus. She paid the man and passed me her phone number, as well. Her lesbian companion was watching me with hate, dangerously close to explode...

Natural perversity of inanimate objects

On Dean St., right by Soho Theater a guy was talking to a cash machine. It lasted a good while. Merciless machine clearly decided that there was no point in condescending and remained silent. Thus ignored man shouted angrily: "Okay then! Keep your fucking money! Can't you spare me even one fucking pound?" Again machine didn't reply.