"And the one with the beard?" (this wasn't particularly helpful as, in archaeological terms, it didn't narrow things down much)
"Stewart Ainsworth or John Gater?
"The one that does geofizz"
"John. Yes I've met and worked with him and Stewart for that matter and Carenza, Helen, Matt, Raksha, Victor, Guy, Henry, Brigid. All solid dependable types. A good team of people"
The driver was scrutinising me more carefully now in his mirror. I shifted in my seat and pretended not to notice for I could see there was an important question brewing in his mind. He cleared his throat and, had we been standing in the middle of a field (and not sat in a Taxi waiting for the traffic lights to change), I'm sure he would have spat on the ground for dramatic emphasis.
"Why don't I know you then?"