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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Oscar Wilde LivesMy brother is in Exeter with his wife. They've come out of Exeter's greatest nightclub (Timepiece) and are hanging around waiting for a cab which she's ordered from Execabs or somesuch firm. A cab (from another firm) is parked up and my brother goes over and asks the driver if he's from Execabs.
"Doesn't bloody say Execabs on the side of the cab, does it?"
"It doesn't say 'I'm a stupid cock' either," says my brother.
Delighted with his rapier-like wit, they proceed to wait for their cab. Which never turns up and his wife then has to go and apologise to this other cab and ask if he can take them home. Which, rather amazingly, he does.
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shavedchimp something something oranges something, Thu 27 May 2004, 14:23,
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