We've all taken a dodgy cab in our time. One guy asked me to give him a back-rub in exchange for letting me off the fare. I was like, "here's the cash mate." Another chappy claimed to be Paddy Patel - a child actor from UK TV series Tuckers Luck - he drove like a speed freak and regaled me with stories that "playing a black Irish boy. England wasn't ready for it." So go on - tell us your worst and we'll tell the world.
[edit: for those confused by the term mini-cab, London has two sorts of taxis: highly regulated, licensed and salt-of-the-earth black cabs that you see in films and a whole bunch of unlicensed, uninsured, random cars driven by nutters who aren't supposed to pick up from the street (you have to phone for them). They are universally rubbish]
(, Wed 26 May 2004, 21:44)
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On the way into town from my naffy village you can see the next village from the road on the way in. We had called a cab as we were too drunk to manage a bus to the pub.
It was around xmas time and a few ghastly people had decided to Americanise (for want of better wording) their houses with vile lighting and glowing reindeers.
We pointed out one such monstrosity to the cabbie as we drove over the hill 'Who the hell would do that to their house.. it looks hideous', we shouted while cackling with laughter.
Cabbie pulls over..says 'get out'
We say 'why?'
He says'It's my house and me and the wife happen to like it'
(, Wed 26 May 2004, 22:01, closed)
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