Oh, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee.
Wi' murdering pattle!
To a mouse - Robert Burns
One has to laugh at the trade venting its spleen at Taylor and the Skull for the past years.
After all, what change has been effected so far?
We still have restriction, we still have the trade defending restriction and we still have the council policy of restriction. So, what's changed?
Yet the trade is running around like timid mice getting itself into a fankle about two guys who haven't caused them any problems - as yet.
So, what we have is not bile and invective because of the actually disadvantage caused to them.
No, what we have is bile and invective because of the FEAR of disadvantage the dynamic duo is causing.
It's a fear of the unknown. It's not real, just apparently real in the demented minds of those who exploit drivers and customers.
Perhaps more appropriate for the trade "captains"
Ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?
Your impudence protects you sairly;
I canna say but ye strunt rarely,
Owre gauze and lace;
Tho', faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.
To a Louse - Robert Burns
Burns' genius was that he was highly perceptive. Describing fear and fright in the trade, with the loathing of the lice that "own" the trade, Burns could have written these texts for our taxi trade today.
