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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Not sure who was worse...My ex-husband and I were in a dodgy minicab driving through Kennington and on our way back to Kent. The car started juddering and the driver pulled over saying that it needed a push to get it started again. Being slightly (well extremely) pissed we decided to do our good citizens bit - leaving all of our possessions in the car. After beginning to push, the car miraculously sped off into the night with my keys, glasses, money, railcard and everything of the hubbie's in there as well. Stuck in Kennington, husband storms off with the hump leaving me to find my way home to Kent, blind as a bat and penniless at 4am. Eventually found a police station who kindly arranged for a BR ticket for me and then when I finally got home had to break into my own house...then the bloke who came to change the locks turned out to be an ex-boyfriend who was revelling in my situation...ahh happy times....any guesses why he is an ex-husband anyone? Oh and I've never used a dodgy cab since - bastards!...I'm not even sure who I'm talking about here. Bitter? I should coco!
(, Fri 28 May 2004, 13:51, Reply)
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