I worked for Fishers Taxis in 1971. My taxi was a black Morris Oxford number 195. We were identified by the last two numbers of our registration place, so I was 95. I had just returned from India and drove the taxi on my Indian driving licence which was perfectly legal.
It was a summer job before carrying on studying. It was the most enjoyable job I have ever had. I had great customers and did all sorts of things I should not have done. I raced a Mr Whippy on the big bend near Whit moor.  I had my first encounter with a young lady who had been to a wedding reception at Brimington and I took them back to the Derby road (She first had a problem getting her legs across the gearshift which was in the middle of the floor at the front and came up in a rather seductive area). I remember the controller telling me off for being off air for two hours.
What an experience and what fun. 
You do not get times like this any more! You don't get Mansfield Ale either.
I am coming to the other end of my time now, and am just as outrageous as I ever was but now, well, I'm off to live at my farm in SE Asia. I can do what I want, when I want, and I don't have to put up with any stupid regulations. I am going out with a big grin on my face.