Roy has become well known for his quips and one liners whilst commentating on poker tournaments.

Here are some of the more memorable ways he has described hands, people and situations.

"..Talk about class… If he died and was reincarnated as a public toilet, rest assured it would feature a bidet."

Does Jordan sleep on her back?

A move that is as transparent as a fart from a ghost.

A gold filling in a mouthful of decay!

One thing I’ve learned during my poker career even an asshole can hide behind a cheap pair of sunglasses.

I reckon she came out of the womb clutching a deck of cards.

He clearly did not over-dose on beauty pills.

There is an eerie silence in the room – the type you normally experience after vomiting.

Talk about unlucky. This guy sent out 20 CV’s last week and got back 21 job rejections!

If he passes many more hands they will present him with a golden retriever and a harness at the end of the tournament - as he will have blinded himself out of the door!

When the flop came down it was uglier than Wayne Rooney.

He could fall into the Thames and come out not only dry but also clutching a tin of John West’s finest.

Being the pigeon instead of the statue must make a pleasant change for him!

This is akin to a wrestler pulling the wings off a butterfly.

There you go… He has kicked everybody off the table, he tried to kick himself off but he wouldn’t leave.

His chips are spread thinner than bird-seed in Trafalgar Sq and they won’t last any longer.

This guy is so unlucky… I tell you, if Jordan were to have triplets this guy would be the one in the middle, the one left sucking his thumb!

He’s been left with a face that resembles a slapped arse.

He’s nice in the way that he would ask you to remove your glasses before hitting you – as, quite simply, he would not want to cut his hand.

That’s like phoning the Met Office the day after the tornado has landed.

Exciting in a way that it’s exciting to share your bath with an electric toaster.

More personality than Tim Henman… but that’s no real endorsement

He’s suffering from the delusion that the sun shines from his arse.

All three of his chins just dropped on the floor.

Poker players don’t lie… the fairies at the bottom of the garden told me that!

No donkey’s hind leg is safe.

He readily embraces hopeless causes – he is a Southampton supporter after all.

He’s had more Aces than the Luftwaffe.

n a minute he is going to sneeze and claim he is allergic to bullshit!

There’s living proof that it is better to be lucky than smart.

The last time we saw a sacrifice like this it was in the Wicker Man.

Where there is no sense there is no feeling.

Strangely, when this guy is around everyone develops a pain in the neck

He’s taken longer making a decision than some people spent going through puberty

It’s a story that has been spun more times than a 45-record.

To call him stupid would be an insult to stupid people.

He’s been caught robbing and, like Sadam Husain, he was as guilty as sin but he got himself a Californian Court Room and Jury …meaning an incredible let off.

Can a Hindu contract mad cow’s disease?

Even his imaginary friend thinks he has some serious deep-set issues!

When they name a pub after this guy it will be called the Highwayman!