Picturenose

Fancy a ride? (Fnarr, fnarr)

The news of the imminent demise of the FX4 London black cab has been knee-jerkingly interpreted as another assault on ‘good old’ Britishness, a Fine Fare plastic bag of a nation’s fictitious and flawed autobiographical memory, formed of such relics as the Blitz, roast beef and Yorkshire pud, 1966 etc. And of course, Carry On movies. All of these retain a whiff of class, of a chippy prole culture wallowing in its own (fictional) salt-of-the-earthiness, a denial of sensuality and pleasure and learning for its own sake because unaffordable.

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