I’m sure I’m not the only one who has given up with Cape Town’s various taxi services. I’ve tried so hard to avoid drinking and driving – so I book ahead and every single time they arrive late. Surely that’s not right? I call them (yes, ALL of them) 10 minutes later and the guy is always “five minutes away.” And then, when he eventually arrives, you have to deal with some clueless idiot with the directional capacity of an ostrich – relying on YOU for directions, driving a car which looks like like a yellow-police-taped crime scene. I’m over it. I’m desperate.

And so I desperately asked the the 2ov crew if anyone knew of a one-man-show taxi. Surely there must be some kind of underground one-man-show RELIABLE service out there? Indeed there was. Dean sorted me out with John, who turns out to be something of an institution. After tweeting about him this weekend, the response was overwhelming. I apologise – I am clearly very slow on the uptake here

John just cruises…

That said, there must be a lot of you out there who also don’t know about John and his 1970-something automatic chevy, with old brown fully-sprung leather seats that rendered three of us fast asleep on our trip back from a decadent Saturday lunch in St. James. ‘Cos that’s John’s vibe – he cruises. No more death-defying road skills.

And he knows where he’s going too. God, what a revelation!