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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Tranny fanciersI'm a tranny and was enjoying a night out at a club in London. I had to move my car (why the hell do you Londoners have traffic wardens working at midnight? Insane!), it was freezing cold and I didnt have a coat with me.
Once I'd moved it a taxi driver drove past and offered me a lift back to the club (only a few streets away but I was on my own and thought I'd be warmer and safer in the cab).
Little did I know the driver was a tranny fancier, he asked me what were the chances of him picking me up that night... I was mortified, told him I fancied women not men but said he might be able to pick up a girl if he came into the club later. It worked and he dropped me off safely outside the club.
I realised afterwards that he could have locked the doors and driven somewhere remote to have his evil way with me... let that be a warning to ya! If you ever get dolled up in a skirt, makeup and high heels, don't accept lifts from pervy taxi drivers...
(, Thu 27 May 2004, 11:30, Reply)
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