I had this bloke in my cab
My husband, T.S. Eliot, loved to recount how late one evening he stopped a taxi. As he got in, the driver said: ‘You’re T.S. Eliot.’ When asked how he knew, he replied: ‘Ah, I’ve got an eye for a celebrity. Only the other day I picked up Bertrand Russell, and I said to him: “Well, Lord Russell, what’s it all about,” and do you know, he couldn’t tell me.’
Valerie Eliot, letter to The Times, on the occasion of Bertrand Russell’s death, 1970.