Here are some girls getting a lift to the next port of call, a nightclub, I expect. They certainly enjoy themselves when they are out together going from pub to pub, sometimes pausing to sing and clap if a suitable record is playing. A manageress told us once that she didn't allow 'Nelly the Elephant' to be played any longer, that it made the fellows turn funny and do peculiar things. I was sorry that she'd banned it before I'd seen just what happened. The taxis wait for custom outside Colonel Sanders' Kentucky Fried Chicken emporium, which is handy for a take-away supper. Whilst waiting for his chicken to be fried my husband asked the assistant if she'd seen the Colonel lately. She told him no - she'd only been there two weeks. I seem to be rather fond of taxis; I like riding in them and painting them, always striving to get better highlights so they look as shiny as they really are.