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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...But don't worry I don't mean taxi license...When in Malaysia a couple of years ago and suffering a bad cold we were picked up by a taxi driver who took a shine to me. He kept suggesting Chinese medicine, but we managed to escape unscathed. 2 days later we were picked up by the same guy who proceded to grab my leg while shouting 'you look GOOD'. He then asked me to join him for a night of drug induced revalry at the local Liverpool FC bar (?) where he wanted us to chant for Everton, and then promised to take me to a techno club (at no point mentioning my companions in the back in this invatation). Then, while passing a police check he told us not to worry as he had only had a few beers, and that it wasn't a problem as he didn't have a license, for either being a taxi, or indeed for driving. Needless to say, we got out soon after.
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Baron von Twuntenstein, Fri 28 May 2004, 10:43,
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