A very quiet man in private, his public persona is that of an Albert Square pub landlord. When he isn’t chewing on jellied eels or eating pie and mash you can normally catch him at home having a right old knees up. (Mother Brown!)
During the weekends he likes himself as the Pearly King of Tenerife, and can be spotted dressed in his refinery marching down Veronicas with his ghetto blaster playing Chaz and Dave tunes.
Truly a man of the people