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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i was hammered in a club in sheffield, and out ofcash, so i stumbled out and headed off home; taxi driver asked me 'where too?', so as i didnt have much cash i mumbled; halfway back to my house please.
course, i forgot theres a place outside sheffield called halfway, and all i remembered for 2 days after was waking up by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, and it took 2 buses to get back into town. my only consolation was my arse wasnt sore - the relief when i remembered what had happened!
-realising we were nowhere near my gaff, id just jumped out of the taxi and thrown him all my money, and fell asleep.
(, Thu 27 May 2004, 11:57, Reply)
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