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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drunken taxi journeyI once got a taxi in Cambridge back to my house. I was hideously pissed and out of money, so we went via a cash point -one next to the newmarket road round-about. When I had got my money, I turned around and noticed that the taxi had disapeared. I ran after the car that was exiting the carpark next to the cashpoint and onto the roundabout, where I held onto the wound-down window and asked him where the fuck he was going. The bloke in the driving seat looked very scared and drove off. It was only when I got back home that I realised that taxi's don't tend to be small white ford fiestas.
(, Fri 28 May 2004, 14:33, Reply)
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