Grant Bannister is balding, overweight and rapidly approaching that time in his life—but for all his drinking friends call him a 'fat, ugly, miserable bastard,' he's far from being a bad bloke. Fundamentally decent. Likeable even. Funny. Maybe he drinks too much. How much is 'too much,' anyway?
He splits his life between his demanding but still mostly rewarding job, his comfortable home and the pub. Especially the pub.
Something seems to be going horribly wrong in Grant Bannister's life—possibly everything—and he can't figure out what. Mind, for an accountant, he'd never been good with numbers. Had he done something wrong? Would he ever please his wife and daughters? Maybe another pint or three and some harmless banter in the pub will help him see things more clearly, put things in perspective. Or not.
Real men and real ale. The passage of time marked by evenings down the local. And the occasional liquid lunch. Mine's a pint, if you're offering...
Grant Bannister, the man who will do for chartered accountancy what Harry Potter did for model railways.
