Here's my letter to the council, just in case you missed it:
May I thank you for the opportunity of renewing my Taxi driver's licence. However, I feel I must decline your most generous offer. To me at least, the prospect of working under the control of Trampton City Council is totally inconceivable. In fact, I would rather be dangled by my testicles over a pool of man eating piranhas, then seen to be humbling myself in some vain attempt to renew my licence.
Collectively, the Council Regulatory Committee (RC) and Cab Inspector Frank Smith of Lothian & Borders Police have shown by their actions to have no regard whatsoever for the rights of the individual. In fact, given the opportunity, would not hesitate to abuse their privileged positions, in an attempt to beat people down. Which is proven to be somewhat typical of how Trampton Council conducts itself when dealing with members of the public who question their authority.
With regard to myself, I think you were under the misapprehension I cared about driving taxis for a living and the subsequent suspension of my taxi licence. Unfortunately, I had already resigned myself to leave the taxi trade either by my own volition or at your behest as a consequence of standing up for my rights against serial abuses. As it turns out it appears to be a combination of the two.
Prior to my licence being suspended, I refused to allow myself to be judged by such a bunch of scurrilous and contemptible individuals. And now upon renewal of my licence the situation remains the same, the mere thought of coming before councillors to plead for my licence makes me feel sick to the pit of my stomach. I could not entertain doing something so undignified.
Although, I am more than happy to appear before the RC, at a public meeting. Should any of you develop a backbone and wish to discuss my grievances of your conduct with a view of protecting the rights of the individual in the future.
I am sure by now you have some indication of what you can do with my plastic taxi driver identification badge, but in case you are left in any doubt. Think of it as a four cornered suppository, and stick it up your arse.
Regards, Garry Thomson