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 from hell but just as scaryCarting my stuff to uni. Needed taxi to get to train station.
An elderly man turns up. I tell him where I'm going on the train and he offers to drive me all the way there for three times the price of the train ticket (which I've already paid for) I decline and he spends ages arguing and bartering about the price. Eventually he interrupts himself by singing 'Danny Boy' at me. He then asked me if I liked his singing voice. I said I did and he told me he was sixty-five. He then started asking me if 'I thought he looked good for a man of his age'. I was happy when we got to the train station. He waved me goodbye and told me to look after myself. I ran away.
(, Wed 26 May 2004, 22:50, Reply)
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