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A Cambridgeshire Courier’s Tale feat Speed Vans, Book Swaps & Briefcases

An exciting day in the life of a Cambridgeshire courier.

The first job took place at the airport. Some guy had to hand me a briefcase whilst security looked the other way. Real cloak and dagger stuff. Hush hush (taps nose). Thankfully it wasn’t narcotics or lots of illegal tender (I asked). It was engineer parts. Or so I’m told.

I eventually end up in the countryside around St Neots (between Bedford and Huntington along the A1 corridor). Then I find one of them phone box libraries and because I’m a geek I do have a selection of books in my van to place in there. So I did.

I left the books feeling wholesome. For those who don’t know about the phone box libraries I’ve found out a little about them. When public phones in local villages became redundant BT had to dispose of them. So they sold the boxes for as little as £1 to the community. The community then used it to swap books and leave notices.

Next up was the icing on the cake of such a lovely day.

Britain can be a strange place at times. Kindness comes with conditions. Neighbours will be friendly yet grassing one another to the taxman over suspicions of undeclared income. The workplace will be full of backbiting and backstabbing just so that folk can get one over their colleagues. Then they’ll have campaigns about mental health. Irony 😂

But then…. Hope in British humanity is restored.

Picture this.

It’s a sunny day. I’ve got my shades on. Windows down, it’s warm and I’ve got plenty of time to head to my destination. The road is free flowing and decorated with cottages wearing thatched roofs. It’s a good scene right?

Everyone driving towards me is flashing their headlights and giving me the ‘w4nker’ gesture. How rude!

It wasn’t just one person either. It was the entire line of traffic heading in my direction. How extra rude! I mean, they haven’t even met me yet how can they have such an informed opinion of me 🤨

As I crossed the brow of a hill. It became clear. They weren’t calling me names at all. They were warning me of the w4nker sitting in a van with his speeding gun camera thing looking to bum anyone he can in the name of road safety.

And that. Is wholesome!

Deep down we really don’t want one another to be screwed over at all. Our ‘need’ to save each other from the camera w4nker transcends all social classes, racial and religious prejudices. This is worth celebrating 🥳

So, do you need a courier who does dodgy deals at the airport and comes complete with a distaste for the camera van guy? Well, you should 😘

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