If you love freedom, hate offices, and have a steel bladder—yes. London taxi driving is a curious blend of stress and glory. You’re your own boss, meeting weirdos daily.
But the earnings? They’re not get-rich-quick. They’re steady, respectable, and weirdly addictive. One driver told me: “I make less than a plumber, but I get to see the Queen’s corgi jump in my cab.”
So next time you hail a black cab, ask your driver about their earnings. They’ll probably laugh. Then they’ll tell you exactly how much—and charge you for the conversation. That’s the London way.
