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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When I were at collegeme and a bunch of mates went out on the waz, and ended up getting a taxi to Jimbo's house. Jimbo got the urge to puke big-time, but didn't want to have to pay the clean up fee, so somehow (I've no idea how) he managed to keep it in his cheeks for the whole journey. He looked like pob. The relief on his face was absolutely class when he could eventually get out and empty his gobfull of puke.
Unfortunately, he then spoiled my amazement at his self restraint by pissing in a letter box. The twunt now intends to be a Tory MP. I will soon be able to blackmail him with this and other stories, as live off the takings. muhahaha
(, Thu 27 May 2004, 15:14, Reply)
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