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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This brings back memoriesIn Leeds, a few years ago, four of us were on our way home from a club. We called a taxi frim we normally use, then this guy came screetching up. Too pissed to think too much about it - he was obviously "poaching" the fare, but fuck it - a ride home is a ride home.
Everyone else had been dropped off home, but I lived a couple of miles further out.
Fucking twat ran out of petrol, in a not particular pleaseant area of Leeds. I ended up walking the streets for another hour, with this driver and a petrol can while we attempted to locate an open petrol station.
To top it all, he had no money on him and was relying on our fare to get some petrol, so I had to "loan" him the money.
Two hours after being picked up I arrived home, only three miles away from the club.
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A good man, and thorough, Thu 27 May 2004, 20:16,
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