When I was an intern in a small town, I took a trip to London. On my way back, I caught a cab from the provincial station to my house.

The cabbie seemed fun. We were talking about football. Just ordinary banter with a cab driver. Out of the blue, he asks me "hey mate, just for fun, what would you do if you'd murdered someone and had a dead body to dispose of?"

I was a bit surprised, but it's not that odd a thing to think about. People watch crime flicks all the time. But I hadn't thought much about it and gave a bland answer like "maybe dig a hole in the roadside, something like that". But I did think it was an odd switch in mood. He drops me off, end of that.

A few years later, I've graduated, I'm watching the news. A cab driver has been convicted of murdering multiple women, in the town I was in. Over the same period. He's buried the bodies in various places. I happened to run into a detective from the same town, to whom I explained my anecdote. He's pretty sure it's the same guy, but the cabbie has been sent down for life, so I wouldn't really be adding anything if I reported it.

Still a better conversion than the typical Reform party bollocks I get from the cabbies at the airport.

EDIT: if I had to dispose of a body I’d find a farmer willing to lend-out his pigs with no questions asked.

That is an interesting story, thanks for sharing. However, the prospect of speaking to a serial killer does not make me more likely to want to strike up conversations with strangers.

He got caught, so I don't think you gave him very good advice.

> Out of the blue, he asks me "hey mate, just for fun, what would you do if you'd murdered someone and had a dead body to dispose of?"

Ah yeah, the exact sort of thing you want to hear from your cab driver

It is bizarre to me that you relate this experience like it's fun and whimsical trivia. Maybe that's because I'm a woman and identify more with the victims...