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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Hellish journeyWe heard there was a party one night so 3 of us get into a minicab and off we go.
We know the name of the road and the number of the house, we just don't know where in the city it was. So the chap is driving around a bit then he stops to read a map, spends a good 5 mins looking at it, then he turns a corner and we are there at the party. He then tries to get us to pay some stupid amount, we tell him to fuck off, we are not paying for his reading time. We offer him some money and then open the door to get out. One mate gets out and he starts driving off so the open door batters her and leaves us screaming at him to stop. We ask him, what he thinks he is going to do with us?? He drives right down the road, screaming at us to close the door, we don't we leave it swinging open until he was pulled over by the nice kind policemen who let us go, with our money, ha ha fuck you Mr Cabbie!
(, Thu 27 May 2004, 12:13, Reply)
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