It's 1130 on a wet Thursday night in Glasgow. You just want to get home to your bed. yet the only taxi at the rank is covered in sponsorship by a lap dancing club. The sort of place that exploits the women who work there and the sad men who go there. Do you get in the taxi.? Of course not. I hope if this scenario came my way I'd politely decline and tell the driver why, hopefully without sounding like a prig.