Mini Cabs From HellWe'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]
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rob, Wed 26 May 2004, 21:44)
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on my 18th birthdaywe all went out and my mate Andy got really pissed i mean really fu*kin pissed then wandered off just before we all left the club, we spent nearly an hour trying to find him an when we did he was barly able to stand in a pool of his own vomit...anyway he couldn't stop throwing up so we had to thump him in the stomack till he stoped long enough for a cabbie to let us in his taxi. needless to say we made it home and to our amazment andy didn't hurl in the taxi, the cabbie was a top block and even gave andy his bottle of water cos "he needs it more than me".
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