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Friend of mine (Adam) was out drinking and going into London Bridge station when he bumped into a not massively close mate of his who drove a black cab. The cabbie was most insistent that he drop Adam home despite Adams protestations that he was fine on the train. Eventually Adam gets in the cab and after about 15 minutes the cabby goes “you’re still in blackheath?”, the answer being “no ive moved to south of Bromley “, resulting in a very quiet cab ride for the rest of the way
Colleague of mine got into a cab after a work Xmas party, asked to go to Borehamwood and promptly fell asleep. Was woken up to be told he was at the seafront and where did he want to go exactly. Cabbie had taken him to Bournemouth.
To be fair, I've had a minicab try to tell me that it was normal to go from Smithfields to Hendon via Harrow so I can't entirely rule out that the Bournemouth cabbie was taking the piss.