Danny

Over in Bristol for the weekend to celebrate the missus' Mum's birthday. A few of us nipped out for a quiet pint in the local, and were soon locked in conversation with possibly the most arrogant young men I have ever met, who were studying at the university.

Naturally we extracted the Michael with hilarious consequences. Not that they understood our brand of humour. People like that can rarely see beyond their own reflections. 

This isn't one of them though. It's Danny. One of the in-laws.