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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mini cab driversI've plenty of stories about these mercenaries of the tarmac, however in general it's better that they drive and you keep your license. On one occasion after a night out on the piss, a couple of mates and I managed to get an unlicensed min-cab from outside the cinema on Ealing Broadway. We had about 10 miles in total to do and negotiated a price before we set off. The driver was an Italian fellow whose driving was untypical for a latino as he was quite sensible. Problem was that as we got closer to our destination he kept on putting the price up. We objected and said we had already negotiated a fixed price. In the end (and right outside my house) I lost my temper and went into a massive rant about unlicensed cab drivers and demanded that he show me his insurance documents before he got a penny out of me, the driver then made a show of rummaging in the glove box to find his documents which obviously did not exist. Then he gave us a sob story about being a student and that the cab controller would doc his wages if we didn't pay. I pointed out to him the hopelessness of his situation and that in law he didn't have a leg to stand on. He then threatened us with the police and being pissed we called his bluff and waited as he (pretended to) make the call. We waited for about 10 mins and in the end, knowing he was well and truly beaten, he got in his car and drove off. Cunt-hamster
EDIT: if you do this, then don't stop right outside your gaff as they may want revenge. On this occasion we were sensible enough not to approach the house and pretended to live about three doors up. Just in case.
(, Thu 27 May 2004, 13:40, Reply)
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