He was what the writers I was forced to read at school would describe as "rotund" which in my book meant he wasn't going to be smashing the Iron Man challenge any time soon. He moved from door to table to chair the way cumulonimbi do, without any rush or sense he was running to keep up with the world and his air of all business set my antennae twinging. Here was a man not to be underestimated. "Drink?"