Colin Sinclare: London's Quiet Hero

In a black cab humming through London's veins. Colin Sinclare knows the streets like

refrains. From Camden's buzz to the calm of Kew He weaves through

the city, old and new. His hands on the wheel, firm and wise.

Reading the skyline, gouging the skies. A nod to Big Ben, a wink

to the eye. He's seen it all as years roll by.

Andrea waits with tea at home. Their flat near Stanmore, tucked in a

dome of laughter, warmth, and Jamie's cheer. Their boy with

dreams that stretch the sphere. Colin's cab is more than steel.