Nikos Liapis

I got in the black cab and was intrigued by the pictures of the smooth-looking, tuxedo-wearing singer staring at me from the bottom of the jump seats. “This is me!” confirmed Aiden, the singing cabbie. He told me about his alter ego, his parallel life as a jazz & swing singer with his band, the Denmark Street Big Band. He said that if I was a 6-foot tall blond beauty, he’d already been singing for me by then. He’d certainly done just that on commission from a client who wanted to impress his new girlfriend on their way to a romantic lunch date. “Girls melt when someone sings for them” and he loves doing just that. Singing! Keeps him sane, makes cab driving more bearable. I could not resist the temptation and asked if he had made a record. Guess what, he had…and he also had copies with him…and of course I bought one…and I also got a live song performance from him despite not having a strand of blonde hair on me. Unforgettable! Priceless! Fleeting encounters with people like Aiden make life worth living. I’m still smiling. You made my day Aiden! Hell no, my month! This is one black cab with a twist!