Martyn Halcrow

A Taxi Driver Writes

I’ve been asked to write a column with some anecdotal bent. This is a cruelly ill-timed request. For the past year I’ve been trying to cultivate an anecdote-free environment in my cab. To this end, I have fitted a radio/cassette player on which I play classical music throughout the day.

For the purposes of minimising exposure to anecdotes, classical music is vastly more efficient than any other kind. It is socially intimidating; the punter assumes that, because he is hearing Mozart, I must be listening to it ‘seriously’. (Sometimes I am.) It would be rude to interrupt. (Quite right too.) When I think of some of the boring questions he might ask me – unless a little discouraged – I am appalled that it took me so long to address this problem.

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