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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Lisbon cabbieFlew into Lisbon to spend a weekend with some mates who were working out there. Our chums met us at the airport and we got into a cab to head back to their place. The fare normally costs the equivalent of four quid. Anyway, after 5 minutes, my mate notices the driver has got his meter switched off. He asks him to switch it on, but the twunt refuses. He asks how much the fare will be and he says £20. We argue, the driver screeches to a haltand throws us out in the outside fucking lane of a dual carriageway.
Arse.
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Sausagegirl, Thu 27 May 2004, 18:41,
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