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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wotwOn a very very lazy day I decided to get a taxi into college. I can't remember how, but the conversation turned to War of the Worlds and most bizzarrely the name of the tug boat.
After a couple of quite minutes where neither the driver or I could remember it's name, he shouted "fuck it!" pulled over, got out and opened his boot. I assumed there was something mechanically wrong and so I made to get out and help but he ushered be back in clutching... a fucking CD of War of the Worlds - which he THEN proceeded to put on and despite being about 30 seconds from my destination wouldn't let me get out until we'd gotten to the right track.
"Thunderchild! Fucking Thunderchild! I fucking knew it!" he cried.
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moonjam, Wed 26 May 2004, 22:23,
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