Bruce entered the pub with Mike as a tall, handsome athlete, a Greek god with a rugby shirt and a blonde crew cut and bright blue eyes. A couple of hours he emerged still with blue eyes, although now distinctly blurry, but totally unrecognisable having become almost a complete Neanderthal.
He was at least six inches shorter and his neck, in so far as there was any at all, was as wide as his face. His hair had darkened from blonde to brown, and the hair on the top of his head was as long as the stubble on the rest of his face. Coarse dark hair covered his hands and wrists and was visible at his neck. In due course it would be seen to completely cover his back. His face was still square jawed and with a cleft chin, but now looked ape like. His ears had become cauliflower ears from too many rugby scrums, and his nose was broken. A white scar went from his left ear to his mouth and one of his front teeth was missing. His eyes were furtive and unable to concentrate on any object for long.
In the pub the lads had given him the new nickname of Bruiser. Bruce the Bruiser noticed his reflection in a shop window as he passed and noticed the changes…