Actually, the taxi driver fae the airport said "yer man" before eventually naming the person he was on about. His clues were good tho, and I think I got on his nerves by knowing who he was on about before he got to name them, e.g "what about yer man? he was done with doping but got off with it"..Contador. "and yer man that's from around here that did not too bad a few years ago"...Roche, "yer man that's from around here and fell off a few weeks ago"...Martin. I caught him out with "what about yer man that's from around here that you haven't mentioned"...Deignan. he added 2 quid to the fare for that I think!
After half a day with me my daughter is wondering how I manage to atract so many weirdos and speak to them - first I had "Bones" (I am guessing at his name but Bones seemed to be a name tattooed quite a bit on his body) who I had not a clue what he was saying as he knecked a 3 litre bottle of cider at 3pm, and then Austin (I know his name as he showed me some recet correspondence from his CPN, the Police and his solicitor) who sat next to me in Burger King and proceeded to tell me all about his woes. Luckily I am a good listener even when I don't have a clue what they are on about. It all adds to the visit.