Everyone has a story to tell about the knowledge, The accident, The 6 month break, the family troubles, the wife, my bike has been pinched. Undoubtedly the world famous Knowledge of London is difficult enough as it is but then add into the mix all of life's ills & spanners, all the flies in the ointment and you certainly have a difficult life Narative. You're in line for a roller coaster of emotions, peaks and troughs and it ain't no magic kingdom.
320 Blue Book runs, thousands of points of interests, cut-throughs, missing pieces, a myriad of different routes, its an everestian challenge. The neurological changes to the Hippocampus alone are staggering. Synapses firing off in a nano second electrical impulses which is going to tell your concious awareness how to get from Crouch End Hill N8 to Kirkdale SE28. Eventually you will be that Good;
"When Alexander the great saw the breadth of his domain he wept as there were no more worlds to conquer"
You will have reached the required standard and obtained your requisition to join the 22k odd thousands who have what is essentially a shop on wheels, your very own business all of your own.
If your wife wants a particular pair of Manolo Blahnics you can work a little extra, If your children have their eyes on a certain toy then Badda Bing you're there. This profession, this "Gàme" is very much alive and well.
It's a profession steeped in history with the first Taxi cab licences issued around 1662 for the horse drawn carriages. The first motorised taxi cabs introduced into London circa 1908. Black cabs have a turning circle of 25 feet. The reason for this is supposedly to accommodate the small roundabout at the entrance of the Savoy Hotel. This turning radius later became legally required of all London taxis. Savoy Court is also one of the only places in London where vehicals drive on the right, it was the custom of patrons to sit behind the driver so that they would enter or exit the cab in the side facing the hotel. With that tradition you may notice that taxis are also quite tall, this was to ensure that any man could sit comfortably in the back wearing the almost ubiquitous sartorial head gear of the day the antiquated Bowler hat. Sorry, this Blog has begun to sound a bit like an infomercial. If you have made the decision to at very least consider the knowledge of London, then return to the new wizann page in the near future to follow the progress of "Student X"
All the very best people, be lucky.