"The man behind the wheel weighed, at a rough guess, twenty-two stone and appeared to be wearing a vehicle several sizes too small. Massive hairy arms protruded from a dirty singlet like legs of mutton through a slit in a wetsuit. The enormous gut landslided between the driver's legs like a ten-kilo bag of sagging wet shit and conveniently eclipsed any view Dean had of the wheel. The steering wheel in question nestled firmly between the driver's ample thighs, happy as a Frisbee in a waterbed and gripped by Bratwurst fingers. It resembled a bread and butter plate being stress-tested by a Sumo wrestler."
from "And Even the Rats Clapped" by David Argue. Excerpt describing a taxi driver
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