Scowling, Mark poured. Though short with all his patrons he was especially abrupt with Jim. Having discovered Jim’s position at the university he’d pressed a shabby MS onto him, apparently mistaking him for Jonny Geller: after resisting for a few years Jim read it, to discover that Mark's opus consisted of nothing other than a series of long, inappropriate and tortuous metaphors. Jim told him so – as tactfully as he felt able - and Mark had sulked ever since.
Sadly, Mark had ignored Jim's advice and self-published on Kindle; his experience had been a far from happy one.