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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All from the one company in lovely lovely Romford...Back before i had earned my wonderful drivers licence i used to get a cab back from my mates house of a Friday evening. Three such mad drivers included:
1) Man who sang 'Heaven must be missing an angel' all the way home, but added a deep, low, loud sigh after the words 'Heaven' and 'Angel'. Made a 15 minute journey feel like a lifetime, and would have been longer had I not spoke up when he went to take a turn that would take me the complete opposite way to where I was heading. It isnt difficult! There are two ways you can go - right or left. Right heads home, left heads away, how can you be confused???
2) Some twunt who I knew had arrived by just how ear-bleedingly loud his stereo was, then proceeded to spend the journey fiddling with it and showing me just how loud it would go without your head exploding. Spent the next week deaf as a post.
3) The Jon Bon Jovi lookalike. Didnt actually do or say anything besides drive, but the long-blonde headed leather clad cabbie made me nervous by just BEING there.
(, Thu 27 May 2004, 16:15, Reply)
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