I had this bloke in my cab

by RH


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.