Middle aged gentlemen,dark hair probably need in of a trim, side-burns playing the paragon in Oneills on London Wall at 6ish yesterday evening.
Half a lager and a newspaper on the side and a chair pulled up to the machine to rest the weary bones after no doubt a long trek around the pubs of EC2 as you didnt look like a casual punter to me.
squat, greying temples with an ill-fitting jacket?
odds-on it was Hyena. sounds like his behaviour. i've not seen him for ages, despite spending a fair amount of time on SWP in London. mind you i've not bumped into any Northern Monkeys for some time too.