When my Dad retired he did it for a few weeks to see what it was like.
Coming home in brand new E class Mercs or Viano LWB's was a nice perk but his life was determined by those phone calls asking him to "nip down to London".
As long as you bear that in mind...
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Adam
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I run an executive car service! Mainly involved with airport runs, but I do other stuff as well, London runs (I am in Surrey) and other occaisonal jobs.
It can be interesting, reasonably lucrative, lots of cash jobs, I think if I were several years younger and starting again, I would take credit cards.
I got into it by selling a busines, not knowing what to do next and then learning how to do it by working fo another company. I very quickly realised that this was how NOT to do it. (Sorry, that's not very good English, but I expect you know what I mean)
If you are reasonably presentable and can string three words together without swearing, you will find that a lot of work comes by word of mouth.
By coincidence, today I was asked if I would be prepared to go to Los Angeles to drive one of my customers - a child actor - to the premiere of a film.
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I perhaps should have mentioned that I don't call myself a chauffeur and twitch a little if I am referred to by that description.
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Sorry, don't know if i'm asking a stupid question here - what do you call yourself then?
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Sorry, don't know if i'm asking a stupid question here - what do you call yourself then?
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No. Not stupid at all. Not an easy answer - if I am asked what I do I usually say that I operate an executive car service or an airport car service.
I have an image of a chauffeur as someone in a too-tight double breasted suit, peak cap and horn-rimmed glasses.
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My Dad was, many years ago - sort of progressed from taxi driver, to hearses, then as chauffer proper, driving SKF 1, can't recall what the niumbers on now - was last seen on an Omega - remember when we used to make ball bearings, in Luton!!??
This was in the 60's & got to drive REAL cars. Rovers, that were Rovers, Daimlers that were, etc etc.I remember gazing n dreaming, over all the shiny metal parked in their garage, when iI went for bike rides, up to his work, as a lad!
It was plenty of late nights & hanging around in the kitchens, waiting to drive the bosses home, then, too.
No different now, I guess, except the other traffic on the roads!!
VB
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At the age of 21 I was approached on behalf of a gent who had lost his licence through medical reasons. He needed a tide over for a few months, either until he got his license back or find a more permanent arrangement.
I would have been paid by the hour (driving or waiting). I would have driven his car, so he would have met all those costs.
I turned it down. I already had a summer job, and was returning to studies in the Autumn, so I couldn't commit to it comfortably.
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