What a nightmare! My taxi didn’t want to start, but luckily this handsome block wanting a ride told me he might be able to figure it out. Antonio popped the bonnet and took a look, much to my immense relief. After he’d played around under the hood, Antonio was about to bail on me and head to Croyden. But I couldn’t just let my good-looking saviour head off without finding a way to thank him. I let him know I’d be willing to give him a very personal Thank You in the back seat, using both my hands and my greedy mouth.
