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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Sorry mate. You weren't meant to hear meAfter quite a few drinks I had to get the taxi home with a slightly more drunk female friend.
Having got my seatbelt on with my drunken dexterity and settled, I loudly proclaimed to my friend "Watch out *name*, this cabbie looks like the type that would rape you if you gave him the chance"
I havent been in a cab since. Or out with that girl. but I got home. Guy tried to have a cabbie to customer conversation. By then I was only able to form a series of grunts which I think the guy understood...
Oh yeah, and nothing more worse than a cabbie chatting up your mum. with hilarious results.
(, Thu 27 May 2004, 0:05, Reply)
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