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]
(
rob, Wed 26 May 2004, 21:44)
« Go Back
Safety is an abstract conceptIn Vietnam on holiday a few years back. Cabbie stops for petrol. HE FILLS THE TANK WHILE HOLDING A LIT CIGARETTE AND THE ENGINE WAS RUNNING. I didn't even think about it until we'd pulled out of the station.
Also, when I was living down in Tassie, there was a little valley which should have had a roundabout at the bottom. It was common practice for the cabbies to just switch off the lights and run through the intersection at top speed. Strange, but someone kept drawing these white outlines of people on the road. Never knew why.
(
gronkpan @vomitinglarry.bsky.social, Thu 27 May 2004, 8:39,
Reply)
« Go Back