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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The cabbies on Javaare really bad. Most of the drivers in the cities come from the countryside and are pyschologically damaged by the transition from paddy fields to the snarling chaos of Indonesian cities. This manifests itself in incoherent speech and pronounced spasmodic twitching. Many of them drink special "Health Medicine" to help, which is really just an evil mix of Red Bull, Cough Medicine and something akin to Vics Vaporub.
This is all a bit of a liability when you're supposed to be driving: I remember one incident where the cabbie could hardly speak, let alone sit upright. The twitches were so bad that he kept swerving over to the wrong side of the road, each time narrowly missing oncoming traffic.
Next pair of underpants please.
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String Theory sometimes feeds the sparrows too, Thu 27 May 2004, 9:35,
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