Very wise.

It was so shite. The Hitler DNA one? Where we periodically get an AI image of a Hitlery-looking child looking sad?

Fucking shite.

😂😅😂

They are the absolute worst.

This one time, a guy was supposed to be picking up a lot of toys and I spent the whole fucking day waiting.

Finally there's a knock at the door, two dudes, unbeknownst to me, Jehovah's Witnesses, I have a brontosaurus in one hand, a t-rex in the other, and I say, "Are you here about the dinosaurs?"

What, are we both moles?

Unless I'm selling potions, what the fuck are we meeting at midnight for?

What about my listing suggested I'd prefer if we did this high-stakes, low reward cash exchange involving an absolute stranger at my house, during the witching hour?

One guy said, "If it helps, I can pick the item up at midnight.

Help?

Dude, you have all the time in the world, how would midnight help?

How would the addition of absolute darkness help?

Are you a vampire?

I am inviting strangers to my home, and if goes well and they don't kill me, I get a few pounds.

At this point, I'd pay more just to not have to deal with people.

I'd rather put my stuff in the bin, and give random people in the street £5, so I don't ever have to exchange a fb message with them.

"Isn't it strange how nobody will talk about the murder, even to this day?"

And my siblings and I would be like, "Dad, for the love of god, please stop trying to bring up murder and witches when you're driving folk home late at night. You're freaking out the passengers and your family is starving."

...had a fare to Long Compton or anywhere near the hill, he'd always, without fail, bring up the murder with the passengers, and every time, without fail, they'd say, "Stop the car here, mate. I'll walk the rest of the way."

Even at night.

And dad would come home and tell us about it, and be like:

...witchcraft related, and that the case wasn't solved because the locals refused to speak to the cops, who they considered to be outsiders.

Local murders for local people, that sort of thing.

Anyway, there was a code of silence around the murder, even to this day, and whenever my father...

God, my father was terrible as a taxi driver. Couldn't keep his mouth shut. He had a historical interest in witchcraft and that sort of thing, and he was fascinated by the infamous murder of Charles Walton, who was killed with a pitchfork on the nearby Meon Hill.

Anyway, it's said the murder was...

Of course, the drivers all kept this stuff to themselves.

Nobody wants to take a late night ride in a cab with drivers who see things.

There's a lot of stigma around seeing ghosts and whatnot, and it's even more problematic if it might result in your driving licence being taken away.

Of course, there were other roads, other routes they could take. But this meant a longer route, and a more expensive fare.

I always thought that must've been interesting for the paying passengers.

"Hey, why are we going this way? Church Lane is quicker."

"Look, there's this ghost, alright?"

Because of my dad's job, I had to spend a lot of time in that taxi office as a child, and it was funny to see all these manly men, really blokey blokes, making up excuses as to why they wouldn't take a certain fare. Because it would mean going down Church Lane and the scary ghost might get them.

Stepping in front of cars, the occasional cyclist, and generally making a nuisance of herself.

One of the taxi drivers, the owner of the firm, actually, was said to have had such a vivid and terrifying experience down that road, that none of the drivers in that firm would go that way after dark.

Fascinating and terrifying episode. The only thing worse than seeing a ghost is seeing a ghost when you're travelling at over 40mph.

Back when my father was a taxi driver, there was a road here, Church Lane, that was infamous for having a woman in white who would cross the road on rainy nights...

I'm really hoping it's ninjas.