Mini Cabs From Hell
We'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]
( , Wed 26 May 2004, 21:44)
We'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]
( , Wed 26 May 2004, 21:44)
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'Doing a runner' from Taxis should be an Olympic sport
Circa 1994 ish it became quite fashionable for my mates to do bunks from Taxis in the Bedford area...this seems like a good idea until you realise that Bedford isnt that big a town and that all the cabbies know each other quite well and share 'intelligence' on the sort of little cunts that bunk taxis.
After succesfully managing to avoid paying for taxis for a number of weeks we made the fatal error of using the same cabbie twice...he agreed to take us to our destination and off we went...however all through the journey the driver was frantically barking down his CB to the cab office in urdu or whatever language taxi drivers speak...only when we arrived at our destination about to bunk did we realise that he had been summoning a little welcoming comitee that promptly set about us with baseball bats....
my mate also ran into a lampost knocking himself cold
the moral of the story: there isnt one
( , Thu 27 May 2004, 9:31, Reply)
Circa 1994 ish it became quite fashionable for my mates to do bunks from Taxis in the Bedford area...this seems like a good idea until you realise that Bedford isnt that big a town and that all the cabbies know each other quite well and share 'intelligence' on the sort of little cunts that bunk taxis.
After succesfully managing to avoid paying for taxis for a number of weeks we made the fatal error of using the same cabbie twice...he agreed to take us to our destination and off we went...however all through the journey the driver was frantically barking down his CB to the cab office in urdu or whatever language taxi drivers speak...only when we arrived at our destination about to bunk did we realise that he had been summoning a little welcoming comitee that promptly set about us with baseball bats....
my mate also ran into a lampost knocking himself cold
the moral of the story: there isnt one
( , Thu 27 May 2004, 9:31, Reply)
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