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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East London cabsTop tip 1 : When drunk and getting a mini cab home in East London always make sure you have lots of pound coins in your pocket ( try not, whilst in the pub, to change your fruit machine winnings into large notes ). That way when you find out it's an unlicensed cab and they quote an unreasonable rate at the end of your trip and they start larging it with you, you can give them the £8 they asked for a £3.50 fare. Oh, but always remember to say ‘ if you need it that much you cunt there you are... ‘ and strew your coins all over the road.
Ever seen a cab driver standing at the side of the road deciding whether to actually take the risk of picking up 8 pound coins strewn all over Lea Bridge Road at about twelve o’clock on a Saturday night. Priceless ! Mind you, went I went outside of my flat at 3 in the morning spliffed up I could only find five. It was still worth it
2 : Oh, when you ask East London mini cab drivers how much the fare is and they invariably say ’ how much do you usually pay mate ? ’, always say ’ a pound ! ’. It really wicks the fuck out of them. Pip, pip.
(, Fri 28 May 2004, 0:44, Reply)
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