By John Healy
The biography of a cabbie condensed into a regularly hilarious, celebrity-rich and geographically informative trip throughout London...
John Healy drove a black cab round London for twenty-seven years, assembly a desirable cross-section of individuals, from the wealthy and recognized to the notorious and downright tough. In his autobiography he is taking the reader on an imaginary cab trip round the capital, making a detailed travelogue full of anecdotes in regards to the characters he has met.
His tale is interspersed with exciting proof approximately London's interesting, diversified and sometimes ugly historical past, and recollects essentially the most devastating terrorist atrocities to hit London in contemporary times.
Before changing into a cabbie, John labored for 20 years as a tv engineer, mending units for celebrities like Hayley Hills, Margaret Thatcher and Lord Lucan. He attracts on those studies, too, and the result's an specific, insider's view of London lifestyles that spans virtually 5 a long time.
John Healy used to be born in Limerick and raised in County Dublin, yet moved to the united kingdom within the overdue 1950’s. He labored as a television engineer, then spent twenty-seven years as a London cabbie. John has formerly released a children's e-book, The Flea and the Cauliflower (Authorhouse, 2008). He lives in Tooting, South West London.
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