"Errr, I suppose that's fair, yes.  Tell you what I'm going to do though.  I'm gonna say my piece first.  Not that I'm putting you off mate, but I reckon I'm going to forget it again soon if I don't do it now and I think your friends" he nods at Norm and Bran "are getting pretty pissed off with me already.  That alright with you?"<br/><br/>He pauses a moment then continues.<br/><br/>"You want to go see Ron Percy.  Ronald.  You'll find him at the King's Head down there and to the right."  You know of the pub he's talking about, maybe even been in once or twice.  A small place with leather seats that seems to derive all its income from the four or five regulars who are always found there.  It's not that strangers are met with<em>Deliverance </em>style stares or anything, simply that its a quiet pub in a non-residential area that's made absolutely no effort to get involved in the drinking and dancing of Newcastle's famous nightlife.  Come to think of it you've heard of Ron Percy as well, he's somehow involved in local politics.  A town councillor maybe, you're not entirely certain.  Its just a name that pops up in the newspapers from time to time.<br/><br/>"Tell him I said to see him.  Tell him everything that happened - you might want to write it down for him.  Tell him I'll help if he stops being such a dick about this road naming thing.  Although maybe don't use those exact words.  Oh, tell him he might want to try Back Monkey, I know he knows it.  You got that?  Back Monkey, like if you have a monkey on your back.<br/><br/>Ron knows what's going on, and he'll be none happier about all of this than I am.  He's got my phone number as well, I'm afraid I don't know it and my phone is sat next to my cigs.  Get it off him if you think it'll be useful.<br/><br/>That's what I'd do if I were you, I'd talk to the king.  Ron, I mean.  He looks after his own and I figure he'll be the best place for you to start.  Course, you got no reason to trust me and I know that."  He shrugs  "Not a lot I can do to change it.  I promise I'm not trying to be cryptic.  I am in a bit of a rush..." he glances at his watchless wrist and frowns, remembering ... "but I'll answer what I can.<br/><br/>Starting with you, Mr Manners was it?  What do you want to know?"