LIFE OF A MESSENGER
JULIET ELLIOTT FORMERLY COURIERED THE HUSTLING STREETS OF LONDON…
“I was a messenger for 18 months [see left] and apparently that means you’re not a proper bike messenger. That requires three winters. Those are the general messenger rules. My husband, Dave Noakes, managed seven years.
“We used to pick up diamonds from Hatton Garden but much of the time it was legal documents or clothes for fashion shoots. I’d do it again but the money is terrible. You’d call in at eight in the morning and finish at 6.30pm. So 10 hours a day, five days a week, for £250. The money was truly terrible.
“Dave was paid a lot more because he was one of the favourites. Your controller dishes out the jobs, so if you get on with him, that means more work and more money. Dave’s really fast as well – definitely teacher’s pet. It’s a nice scene, like a big renegade community.”