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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Another oneI went to a fantastic Indian pub in Birmingham with a few cow-orkers and after a great night out a cab was ordered. My Indian friends also get in the cab and start chatting to the driver, we drop them off first as they live the nearest to the pub and I live about 20 miles away on the other side of the city. After dropping of the last guy the driver turns and asks me the way in Punjabi . Thats where we stumble upon a big problem, He can't speak English and I can't speak Punjabi. So the rest of the Journey is conducted by a very drunk English bloke waving his arms around for Left/Right/Straight on etc.
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Terry Oblong There's nobody here but us chickens on, Thu 27 May 2004, 16:08,
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