Previously Posted: A no win situation

For those new to CabbieBlog or readers who are slightly forgetful, on Saturdays I’m republishing posts, many going back over a decade. Some will still be very relevant while others have become dated over time. Just think of this post as your weekend paper supplement.

A no win situation (05.04.11)

When it landed with a thump on my doormat I thought the heavy manila envelope was the Census. I was soon to discover that its contents were not so benign, it was a court documents relating to a traffic accident occurring a few months previously, claiming personal injury.

Stopping late one night at traffic lights I inadvertently pulled up my handbrake insufficiently, and while distracted the automatic cab inched forward to touch the car in front. We got out, exchanged details; I took photographs of what appeared to be two undamaged vehicles and we went on our way. The next day the third party informed me that he was claiming on his insurance, although independent engineer’s report later contradicted the assertion of damage to either vehicle.

I don’t want to elaborate on my case as, at the time of writing, the case is sub judice, but I did notice that the plaintiff’s solicitors were a company well known for their remorseless “no win – no fee” advertising on local radio.

So we now have a situation that the plaintiff knows he’s not injured, his solicitor knows his client knows his claim is spurious and my solicitor knows that the other solicitor knows his client’s claim is based on a tissue of lies.

Since Legal Aid has all but been denied to anyone who has a job, leaving only convicted foreign criminals who are trying to evade deportation access to free legal representation, a whole sub-culture has built up in the legal profession, with all those involved knowing many cases on their books are works of fiction.

In most cases insurers just pay out nominal out of court settlements, as they know it’s cheaper that way, and the claimant will settle for a few thousand pounds, knowing that their claim is groundless and could not stand up to sustained interrogation in court.

The result of all this is that if you really do have a valid claim and will not be bought off for a small sum, settlement can take years. My neighbour’s daughter has suffered from an industrial injury, having waited over two years; she has no idea how long will be the wait for compensation for an injury that in later years will have a profound effect on her mobility.

I always thought that when studying to join the legal profession, apart from wanting to receive a reasonable income, the student hoped when qualified they could improve people’s lives with their learned and impartial advice. What must it be like on graduating with a law degree to find yourself processing – and that is what it is – claims, many of which you know are invalid? The newly qualified solicitor must suspect that previous generations in the legal profession wouldn’t have touched many of these cases for fear of being accused of malpractice.

If the plaintiff in my case does receive compensation he will probably put it towards his insurance premiums, for the irony of all this is that we are all paying on average 25 per cent more for motor insurance to cover these unreasonable claims, and as young inexperienced drivers claims are rising more steeply than other more experience motorists so are their premiums – as a result we all lose out.

London in Quotations: William Blake

I wander thro’ each charter’d street, / Near where the charter’d Thames does flow. / And mark in every face I meet / Marks of weakness, marks of woe. / In every cry of every Man, / In every Infants cry of fear, / In every voice: in every ban, / The mind-forg’d manacles I hear / How the Chimney-sweepers cry / Every blackning Church appalls, / And the hapless Soldiers sigh / Runs in blood down Palace walls / But most thro’ midnight streets I hear / How the youthful Harlots curse / Blasts the new-born Infants tear / And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.

William Blake (1916-1997), Songs of Innocence and of Experience

London Trivia: Captain Cook’s goat

On 28 April 1772 the world’s most travelled goat died in Mile End. Twice it circumnavigated the world, once with Captain Wallis on the Dolphin and later with Captain Cook’s Endeavour. An Admiralty document vouches for her travels and longevity. The Lords of the Admiralty had, just previous to her death, signed a warrant, admitting her to the privileges of an in-pensioner of Greenwich Hospital, a boon she did not live to enjoy

On 28 April 1994 the Tate Gallery announced the taking possession of Bankside Power Station to convert into a museum of modern art

The Marquess of Queensberry sought permission with a Act of Parliament to shoot motorists whom he thought presented a danger to himself

When renovating Queen Victoria Memorial a workman knocked off her nose, with the bright white replacement she appeared to have snorted cocaine. Alas, it’s now repaired in time for the 2012 Olympics

Playwright Ben Johnson couldn’t afford a normal burial in Westminster Abbey determined by plot size was buried upright standing for eternity

From the reigns of King Charles II to George IV Chelsea’s King’s Road was a private thoroughfare which only the royal family could use

The lions of Trafalgar Square were sculpted from life, artist Landseer used a dead lion supplied by London Zoo until the neighbours complained of the smell. A cat was the replacement

When Regent Street was built windows on its eastern side were larger than opposite to encourage Mayfair residents to cross the road

On 28 April 1923 King George V cut the first turf at the newly built Wembley Stadium,it’s not recorded whether he came back to paint the lines

The name of Blue Post public houses take their title from the markers which denoted the start of a rank for sedan chairs in Georgian London

The drop out rate for ‘The Knowledge’, the stringent test to qualify as a London cab driver is over 70 per cent

House numbers in London always have the lowest numbers starting at the end of the street closest to Charing Cross

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Previously Posted: The Village People

For those new to CabbieBlog or readers who are slightly forgetful, on Saturdays I’m republishing posts, many going back over a decade. Some will still be very relevant while others have become dated over time. Just think of this post as your weekend paper supplement.

The Village People (29.03.11)

I’ve often thought that successful estate agents have been blessed with as fertile imagination as that possessed by J. K. Rowling. First we had such euphemisms as Pied à Terre, no lift; compact, no room; walking distance, get stout shoes; in need of modernisation, dump; conveniently situated, above a 24 hour corner shop; popular, with rowdy teenagers.

For long cabbies have been directed to Dulwich when the destination is in fact Peckham, Islington for Dalston and South Chelsea – well, anywhere south of the River.

Now a new type of creative advertising has been creeping in. An article in the leading taxi trade paper drew my attention to the many times that I’ve been asked for a village of late.

In recent years estate agents have taken the expression that London is just a series of villages to a whole new level. In an effort to make properties more marketable in downmarket areas, at the same time pushing up house prices, and therefore their commission a series of “villages” have been created.

Their customers have believed the hype and are now calling their neighbourhood a village. Chepstow Village appears to be in a rather downmarket area of Notting Hill, I was given Chelsea Village once that turned out to have a village green the size of a triangular traffic island, which in fact it was.

Victoria Park Village is a favourite with its proximity with the City, as someone who was brought up there; the trade journalist described it as “a dodgy 1960’s roundabout”. It has its obligatory organic shops and a baker that caters for the ladies who lunch. Yesterday I went to Millennium Village that turned out to be in the middle of the empty space that is the Greenwich Peninsular.

I’m just waiting for 2013 when the Olympic Village will feature on east London’s estate agents brochures as village life in the heart of an industrial wasteland. I bet they are sharpening their pencils now.

London in Quotations: Helene Hanff

I’ve been sitting on the edge of the bed for an hour in a complete daze. I told him if I die tonight I’ll die happy, it’s all here, everything’s here.

Helene Hanff (1916-1997), The Duchess of Bloomsbury Street

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