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Confessions of a Cab Driver Part 3: Through the Night Darkly

by Mr Taxi Man
3 April 2013 9 Comments

Have you ever watched a cabbie getting beat-up or abused? Maybe you've seen it through your window and stayed inside. Think again next time.

If only it was that easy

This is not a work of fiction…

I know all about you… Yes you! You are the one reading this aren’t you? You’re the one that walked on by when I was being beaten weren’t you? Surely you must remember when the crowd from the pub that were drinking a toast to their dead father came out and kicked me under my cab? Ooo! how many men and women was it that beat and kicked me and my fellow cabbie from another daddy? Twenty five? Thirty? Yes really! That many! Don’t you remember?

Or remember the time when you were peeking out of your curtains to see a lone cab driver being hacked at with a large kitchen knife by your neighbour, I KNOW you remember that one! Because you told me about it months later when you got in my cab, and laughingly recalled the scared Cab driver running down the road. I must admit you was a bit shocked to learn I was that Cab driver, but… how we laughed eh?

Still shaking your head hmm? Maybe this will jog your memory. Do you remember when that father and two of his sons dragged me out of my cab and threatened to kill me? What was that for? Umm…That’s it! I remember now! They did it because I missed their turning by a whopping margin of about ten metres, thankfully for me they were going on holiday that weekend and the father was persuaded not to gut me because that meant him missing the family vacation, Oh! Now you remember! Haha! I still pass by your door on the odd occasion, y’now, the one you hid behind.

You SURELY must remember this? Remember when the customer got in and head butted the dash? You were right outside pointing at him, remember? I calmed him down and drove him to where I thought was his home, you saw him crying outside your house didn’t you, a couple of your friends had a look as well, good thing I drove off then, you may have had to witness when he had me in that judo type hand and neck hold, and watching me cry out in pain would have brought more of your friends to the window to have a look I suspect hmm!

Courteously he acknowledged my right to clean lungs, y’now, the ones he was gonna tear out of my chest, yes, those ones…

Didn’t finish there though did it? He took me to a further four houses, my hand and neck in this constant painful hold, funny? You were there at each one, listening to his cries, screams and ranting at you over his times with his family in the house where you now live. I was the only person that  heard that he was going to kill me when we stopped, AND felt the tendons in my hand and my neck decide that they couldn’t take much more pain. Was only me though, wasn’t it?

I remember you in the police car, I didn’t see your face, but I’m sure you saw me, I was the one flashing you when he had his head in his hands crying, you must have had something more important to do I’m sure, maybe my eyes didn’t have enough fear in them yet…

Ooo! How long was I gone? An hour and a half-ish? I ended up in Bexhill in a back street outside your flat don’t you remember? The time had come to kill me I was being told, but not without him having a fag first, he asked me if he could smoke in the cab, I have no idea why I said no, but I did, maybe when your worn down enough you just want it to end. Courteously, he acknowledged my right to clean lungs, y’know, the ones he was gonna tear out of my chest, yes, those ones…

He had one foot on the ground and one in the foot-well when he lit his fag. It was at the exact moment I also floored the accelerator, he bounced off my cab and two other cars like a pinball before finally rolling to a stop, and as I turned the corner, I could feel my cancer ramping up brownie stress points. My cancer? I’m thinking it’s none of your business at the moment, I have told of it elsewhere.

Spare a thought for the 54 taxi drivers that have been murdered in the UK in the last eighteen months or so, 54 men that got ready for work, and kissed their families goodbye for what was really the last time.

I went back to my office mad as hell, demanding why no one even missed me. The guy laying outside my office threw a bottle of something at me as I left, a final humiliating we don’t fucking care salute, you were there as well, I still see you in your cosy police car from time to time…

Oh! I’ve seen this madman that tortured me for an hour and a half a couple of times since then, laughing and joking with his friends, he doesn’t come to my cab office that he used to frequent so often in the past anymore…

I’ve got pages and pages of incidences of your punches and digs, and your spittle dripping down my face, and many tens of thousands of Cab drivers all over the world will have too.

You were there every time something happened, you watched AND took part, it’s not the others, there are no others! It was just you… and me.

Did you find this quite uncomfortable to read? I imagine your adrenaline levels spiked just a little, may have even got your back up a bit. I’m sorry, but spare a thought for the 54 taxi drivers that have been murdered in the UK in the last eighteen months or so, 54 men that got ready for work, and kissed their families goodbye for what was really the last time.

You were there too, don’t you remember?

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ustuntman 2:13 pm, 18-Nov-2010

Is it harsh to suggest a career change?

Bozoid 4:07 pm, 18-Nov-2010

You wait ages for a decent kicking and three come along at once...Oh, That's buses isn't it. Sorry.

Keith Wildman 4:32 pm, 18-Nov-2010

Taxi drivers up here are ace. In fact, I'm helping one fella out when he had to get the police involved with a fella who refused to pay an incredibly cheap fare from Bradford to Harrogate. Black cab drivers in London though are cunts. Robbing bastards who act like they're doing you a favour by accepting payment to take you somewhere in their taxi for an extortionate rate - £20 for a 15min 5.5mile drive from Tottenham Hale? I hope they get run out of town by the illegal African mini-cab drivers. Oh, and the less said about the fella near Hastings who tried to charge a fellow Saboteur double the outbound journey on the way home because it was 'after one am' the better!

Keith Hehir Lynch 5:10 pm, 18-Nov-2010

The ones up yours are ace eh Keith? north/south divide still up and running well hmm? I'm simply amazed you did 5.5 miles in London traffic in only fifteen minutes! and your "informed" opinion on 30,000 taxi drivers in London based on a £20 fare seems a bit well...malformed, as for double fare after 1am maybe he should have swung and kicked his displeasure in to the drivers head...

griff 7:22 pm, 18-Nov-2010

i assume you dont go south of the river?

Keith Hehir Lynch 12:24 pm, 19-Nov-2010

I don't go near any rivers griff, as I am a Taxi driver in Hastings, the English channel is sort of riverish I suppose, and Dieppe isn't that bad...

Leyton Rocks 1:02 pm, 12-Dec-2010

To balance the view on London black cab drivers can I add that while flagging randon cabs down in Homerton, yes Homerton, one black cab did stop to ask where I was going. When I said Leyton, he said get in. When he got near my house he let me out and refused to take any money off me for the 2.5 miles journey. I think it's a thankless task that many of us take for granted and when you think of the initial investment in a cab and the cost of running one £20 is not too bad for 5.5 miles ... a little much on your own, but hey ho who else stops anytime anywhere without calling first ... and illegal cabs are just an economical bad joke reality, not a proper solution

David B 6:38 pm, 22-Apr-2011

I have taken cabs in every city I've been to in the UK and generally, the cabbies are an alright lot (one or two notable law of averages type exceptions aside) but I'd concur with Keith that London cabbies, whilst I'd say skill-wise are probably the best on the planet, are miserable cunts on the whole. It is also an unfortunate fact that they have to deal with drunks during about 60% of their working week. Drunk people are wankers. They are obnoxious and frequently dangerous. Dealing with such people will doubtless have an impact upon your average cabbie's demeanour. It that point I'd guess you have to ask "do I want to be in a cunt of a mood all the time, or is it worth it to be my own boss, work when I want/need to only, etc, etc?..."

DrRic 10:41 pm, 3-Apr-2013

What a bizarrely aggressive article. If you talk anything like you write I'm not surprised you have trouble. And no, I've never seen a cabbie in trouble, ever. If they did, I would do something about it, like I would for anyone else.

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