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 me (1)I'm sure many people have had this - but a friend of mine had gotten so 'prepared' before we went out that he found himself leaning out of a taxi window retchedly spraying the streets with sick at just 6 in the afternoon. He paid the £50 soiling fee and the £20 fare and assured us that he'd be 'alright'.
30 minutes later he finds himself in another taxi on the way home spraying the other side of the road in used hotwings and bacardi. So now £140 (and several meals) the lighter he's safely in bed at 7pm. Great night.
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moonjam, Wed 26 May 2004, 22:28,
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