I kid, but sometimes with all the various modes of transport I consider daily just to get from A to B within London it does feel like what a threesome might feel like: EXHAUSTING. (Or not? Tell me in the comments) (OMG PLEASE BE DESCRIPTIVE)
I don’t tend to write much about apps, not because I pride in some strict editorial integrity (heck I’ll write about adult diapers if it’s awesome), but this time I’ve quite genuinely stopped using all other taxi apps and moved onto Karhoo. So this post, effectively, is me saving myself from a week-or-so of embarrassing fan-nerding on Twitter, like I did when Deliveroo was on the rise. It’s everything you thought you need in a cab comparison app in one – pre-booking, real-time car tracking, post-trip rating, service levels, and choice from multiple cab companies – they even list taxi numbers in cities they haven’t yet launched in. Here’s three ways I use and abuse.
I may have lamented a few times before, how I – despite having eyeballs – decided it was clever to jump into a black cab in grid-lock traffic. So, aside from this genius making genius decisions – it still stands that London Black Taxis is the best choice when it comes to whizzing around within Central London for meetings. If not for the fact that you’re jumping into postcard London, then the thrill of cackling at others while you race through on the bus lane. Karhoo just modernises the whole experience really: summoning, tracking, quick automatic payments…
PENNETHORNES | Somerset House, Strand, London WC2R 1LA
Top – POLO Ralph Lauren. Culottes – Zara. Suitcase – Globe Trotter. Bag – J&M Davidson.
Contrary to popular belief, the London Underground is an asshole when you have a suitcase and a plane/train to catch. Especially in the morning and after-work hours, and even more so if you have to change at Bank Station. For some years I’ve been counting the taxi fare to the airport/station as part of the general travel budget and relishing the fact that I did not die of stress today. And FINALLY I can pre-book with Karhoo and avoid the poop-in-pants situation I normally get into after forgetting to book a car for stupid-o’clock, yay.
Since we don’t live in Gossip Girl world and nobody really owns a limo, this is the closest I believe I can get to hitching meself a Chuck Bass. The exec level has been my friend in times of 1) presentable arrivals at events (friend’s kid’s birthdays count, right?) and 2) extreme tipsiness when you suddenly feel like you can afford a swanky ride because you just found £5 in your clutch from the last time you were out.
TOWN HALL HOTEL CORNER ROOM | Patriot Square, London E2 9NF
Dress – Kalita. Heels – Gianvito Rossi. Belt. Stella McCartney