Regular readers of the ubiBlog will doubtless be aware of ubiCabs’ commitment to impeccable service. One facet of that service is the delivery of the perfect London minicab ride, a key component of which can be a dubious yet entertaining story about someone notorious taking a ride in that cab. To ensure this critical service deliverable is achieved with aplomb, ubiCabs is creating a series of ‘starter stories’. These stories should ensure that drivers are never short of an idea, and consequently, that customers always have a taxi tale to pass the time.
And so, to Part Two. Remember, drivers, what we said in Part One – these stories should be embellished where possible, and the truth is a ‘nice to have’, rather than a must have.
“You’ll never guess who was in my minicab, it was…”
- An MPV booking, and I had all 11 Doctor Whos trying to get in the same cab. “This ain’t a TARDIS I said, it’s a Galaxy. It’s got 7 seats and it’s as big on the inside as it looks on the outside. I made Baker, Tennant, Smith and that guy who only did the movie ring for a saloon. Always trying to take the mick, your Time Lords are.”
- The three guys nobody remembers from the Backstreet Boys, who wanted picking up from Wimbledon dog track. They didn’t tip me, so I said I thought they did a great job with ‘Bye Bye Bye’.
- I picked up Julian Assange’s PA and helped move his stuff into the Ecuadorean Embassy.
- A Jedi. That’s right. You heard me.
- Nick Clegg was in my cab just after the general election. “Don’t worry mate”, I said, “I’ve got a great idea…” And he’s never looked back since.
- I took Jamie Oliver down to Sainsbury’s during the filming of one his 15 Minute Meals, when he realised he’d run out of microwave rice.
- I picked Moses up from the top of Mount Sinai. Thinking about it now though, it was probably just Charlton Heston.
- I was taking this American kid back to the airport for his flight to Boston. Must have been, oh, 2003 I’d say. I was telling him my great idea for a website…
- The chairman of Addison Lee. He was headhunting me as he’d seen my mad skills. Told him I don’t work for the man.
- I took Pippa Middleton, another 2000 copies of her new book and a spade up to Hampstead Heath.
Well there you are. 20 down, 80 to go. If you have a suggestion for the kind of story you’d like to hear in a London minicab, don’t hold back, Jack. Minicab drivers, you have your orders. Regale, regale, regale.