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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Picture the sceneIt's about 1am. You're sober as a judge. The roads are empty. You've been sitting in the front of a cab quietly driving for about 10 minutes. Nothing has happened, the radio isn't on and you certainly haven't said or seen anything.
Then the driver just starts laughing... uncontrollably, shoulder shaking, spittle flecking the windscreen laughter. No reason, no explanation and seemingly no stopping.
I sat there, naturally shitting my pants, waiting for the sudden 'left turn' down a wrong side road. Then for no good reason, as I ran through all the horrible things that could/would happen - I pictured him turning around and vomiting on me. For even less of a good reason I found this to be funny. So funny that I myself started laughing. And so both of us like complete fucking idiots laughed all the way back to my front door.
It cost £11
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moonjam, Wed 26 May 2004, 22:14,
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