Taxi Driver Danger
Ever feel unsafe in a taxi? Unnerved by the slightly odd driver? Feel vindicated:
A Taliban fighter in Dhani-Ghorri in northern Afghanistan last month told the Guardian he lived most of the time in east London, but came to Afghanistan for three months of the year for combat.
“I work as a minicab driver,” said the man, who has the rank of a mid-level Taliban commander. “I make good money there [in the UK], you know. But these people are my friends and my family and it’s my duty to come to fight the jihad with them.”“There are many people like me in London,” he added. “We collect money for the jihad all year and come and fight if we can.”
Next time you’re in a cab and the driver tries to engage you in inane conversation you’ve got an excuse to ignore them…..we’re at war and careless talk costs lives – literally in this case!
Cor blimey. I ‘ad that Bin Laden in the back of my cab, lovely bloke…
As I mentioned to Dark lochnagar on this very subjest
As an out-&-about kinda guy in the London of the 1980s-90s me and me rufty tufty punk rock mates knew better than to get into an unknown mini-cab. Dodgy as hell even then when the dangers were their clapped out cars, crap radio stations and total lack of Londons “Knowledge”.
Goodness knows why anyone would use them now that they probly want to chop your head off and put the vid of it on the fucking internet.
As then, if you don’t want to get screwed by a ‘mini-cab’, use your local one, pay through the nose for a proper Black Cab or get another round in and walk home, far safer.
(Not that I’m saying that pissed up girls who jump into the nearest “ahmed mini-cabs” Vauxhall Vectra deserve to get raped, just don’t, (blokes too).
“…not as tall as yer’d think, right? Kept talking about jihaddy stuff. Couldn’t get the smell of camel outta the seats for days….”
As a stranger to the Big Smoke a group of us ended up in one such cab on our first visit. Never again. I have a fuzzy memory of having to hold the rear offside door closed whilst the car was moving. And that he didn’t know where St Paul’s Cathedral was. In hindsight, drinking that much in a strange city wasn’t big or clever but at the time it was all part of the entertainment. Many aren’t so lucky with their outcomes and lessons were learned.
During one of my very few post-departure visits to the Smoke in the company of some newfound rurally durally friends we caught a ‘mini-cab’ just a short distance through Camden to the market
Pre-planned, the cabbie was asked ” Cannee taik uz tooo…?, wazzit carled noi, oo yerzz moi ‘andsum, Camdin Palice.
After taking us a short mystery tour of the back streets of Camden I asked (in me broadest mockney) “Wot the fack you doin’ mate, The Pally is darn there ‘n’ you just took ‘rarn the ‘ouses for no good reason; stuff your £9.50, ‘ere’s a fiver and be happy at it.”
Well there were four of us so we got away with it and we were in the right. 😀
NB this was a ‘mini-cab’ not a London Black Hackney Cab which, while expensive, are in my experience scrupulously fair.
Stingey though, tried to give me a twenty pence tip once, I said “no, Bin me old mucka, keep it, you obviously need it more than me”.
Cheek of it.
Meanwhile, his wife’s pumping out babies and sucking up hard working (non jihadist) peoples benefits like there’s no tomorrow!
Get’im on Jeremy Kyle and lets see him explain his way out of that!
Jeremy kyle might be the only uncensored outlet soon. Now there’s a All-Party Group on Islamophobia being set up and run by Islamists to tell us officially to be nice to them.