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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Party DriverLast summer I had a party... some mates turned up at about 11pm and invited the driver in with them. He was a very nice fella, told us all about himself and how this was his second job to support his family etc. Although thinking about it he was probably only telling us this due to the fact that he was getting more and more drunk on a bottle of Bacardi. He finally left at about 1am despite us offering him the sofa presumably to pick up another fare.
He wasn't the only special guest that night either. Some girl invited the Pizza delivery man in and spent half an hour getting off with him.
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