Apochryphal, unverifiable mode of transport in which anonymous Ivory Tower elitists and chardonnay-swilling trendy lefties lower their guard, thus revealing their true opinions to Nick Cohen.
Once ensconced within the Decent Taxi, no relativist can resist braying out his contempt for the working class, America, Britain, Freedom, Jews, the Enlightenment, Morality and Decency, causing Decent Observer columnists to seethe at their own frustrated impotence.
"I'll tell you what, Andy, I 'ad this couple in the back of my cab the other day - right posh, like, 'oity-toity Islington liberal types. Sniggering, they were, sniggering at working class voters for worrying about gun crime... 'Who cares if these bovine oafs are gunned down by the fousand?', she says, all laughing and snorting chardonnay out of 'er nose."
"Get out of here, Nick my old son - she really said that?"
"God's 'onest troof, mate, right in the back of my own Decent Taxi. Then he starts pumpin' 'er up the Aristotle while she reads Noam Chomsky aloud."