"You bastard,"grunts the barman to his phone,
"You jammy bastard. Give her one for me."
In general build, he's like a Sly Stallone
Long gone to seed. His belly flabbily
Declares an appetite. The general tone
Is louche aggression and depravity.
So now - do you decide this guy's bad news,
Or do you pause to ponder his tattoos?