Evo..
..was a regular at my local until he got a girlfriend, since when he's not been seen much.

Tall, gangly, with a skinhead and a toothy grin.. kind of an overgrown west midlands gollum. He wore the nastiest sportswear going and it always looked a couple of sizes too small for him - drainpipe trackies exposing colourful boxer shorts and tiny t-shirts that rode up his belly.

Not possesed of much wit, his favorite trick was to exaggerate the frequently-visible arsecrack and belly by bending over and wiggling. He became known for it, so much so that people would shout "show us yer arse Evo", and he'd just yank his trousers down any old how, shuffle a bit, and gurn like Shane Mcgowan hallucinating a case of Jameson after a night of falling over.

He was also a dodgy bastard who made a living selling Vauxhalls on ebay with the mileage counters tweaked, and selling rubbish hash.

A lot of lovely people hang round pubs..
(raymond "three griddle pans" luxury yacht lovin' the christmas action, Sun 8 Feb 2009, 20:21, Reply)