In walks ( or maybe slightly staggers)a largish fellow with a goetee and tash. He has a large grin plastered all over his face, which amybe due to the fact that his team have just won a football match against their arch rivals in the inter-village cup. He plonks himself down at the bar with a cheery `Howya?´ and is handed a welcome glass of nut brown ale, he waits for a tune that he can join in with...