Taxis: strong views from a weak service

AT 7am two days after Christmas, my wife and I gingerly deposited a very irate son at Dublin airport for a flight to London where he works.

The reason for his (justifiable) anger was, in his own words, “Dublin’s Third World taxi service” which from previous bitter experience he had been reluctant to test over the Christmas period.

However, after socialising the previous night on the northside of the city, he started out to hail a taxi home.