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The case against London cabbies

It's time to end the archaic privileges of taxi drivers

1 February 2014

9:00 AM

1 February 2014

9:00 AM

I lost my misguided faith in black cabs last week, on the corner of Royal College Street in north London. It was the tiniest trip — 2.4 miles from Bloomsbury to my Camden flat at 11.30 in the evening. Hard to mess up, too: empty roads, good weather and the easiest of routes — practically a straight line to my flat.

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