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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New Years DayA bunch of us decided to see in 2004 at the Birmingham Academy's New Years Eve party. Being organised characters we had a 6-seater minibus booked to ferry us home at 2am.
January the first, headed outside, and it was (as it was earlier) freezing rain and very very windy. No matter, we'll be home in no time.
One bollock-shrivelling hour later, the cab turns up. Why so late? Because the driver didn't know where the Birmingham fucking Academy was. He had to stop and ask someone wandering around the street (who he then politely gave a lift somewhere). And when we were on our way back home, we had to bloody direct him how to get out of the city centre!
(, Wed 26 May 2004, 22:57, Reply)
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