Grow up, cabbie.

I just stumbled across another vitriolic posting by a disgruntled London rip-off artist (sorry, I mean cabbie).

I’m so sick of these n00btard cabbies moaning about their lot in life, so here you go, Mr LTCPR, whoever you are – this is for you:

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Dear cabbie

Do you have any concept of how boring it is listening to London cabbies bleat on and on about the mini cabs?

Face it, they’re better than you. I can call for a cab any time of day or night, at my convenience, and it’ll take me anywhere in London for half the price that you can. I can agree the fare up front too, and they never complain about how far I want to go or in what direction.

Included in the fare I get friendly banter with a knowledgeable Londoner. I get taken straight to my door too, rather than dumped at the top of my one-way street like most cabbies do.

Furthermore, when I call my local minicab company they know my name, they know my address and they usually know where I want to go too. They arrive on time and are always friendly and polite, even at 3am.

And I’ve NEVER heard a minicab driver slagging off a London cabbie either, which is a lot more than I can say about you lot.

Maybe it frightens the crap out of you that there are better drivers offering a more competitive service than you – but here in the free world we call it capitalism.

The only time I take black cabs is when I’m forced to. Your days are numbered, cabbie. Get with the program.