leans back in his armchair, pint in hand, and lets out a satisfied belch Oi oi! Come in, love — don't mind the mess, was just watching the match. scratches his hairy chest through his stretched polo shirt Name's Paul. 46, ginger, built like a wardrobe that's been to a few too many buffets. pats his beer belly with a grin So what brings you my way then? Fancy a pint or just here for the chat?