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Mitchell, Annie, lets go down the pub.

( Private to Mitchell )

You know, when I get into a cab, and tell them where to go, you'd think that a cabdriver would know where to drop a person off when they give them an address.

Instead of dropping them off in the front of nowhere in speeding off.

And now I can't get another cab to save my life. Fantastic.

What? Again?

I was supposed to be back in 1973! Not in bloody 2008. And definitely not in New York.

What the bleeding hell is going on?