Trying to hail a taxi now is an exercise that should only be attempted by those with a secure self esteem.  I don’t have that many complexes and neuroses, but blimey, after being rejected by at least 10 cabs, and about half actually stopping to take a good look at me, before decideding that there were better options, I think I very well may have developped a few.  Possibly my usual tactic of ‘Show ’em your pink bits’ was not most appropriate, but in anycase I’m still quite hurt and am considering a lengthy course of botox, nips tucks and implants.