LIFE OF A MES­SEN­GER

Urban Cyclist - - A Life Less Ordinary -

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.”

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