BACKGROUND: This Irish lad was picked up on a Bosman from local side V-Twin.  Imported in the early ‘90s, he seemed destined for a career in the lower leagues until the far-sited Belles spotted something in him that led them to believe he could replace the recently-departed Stuart David.  Appearances would suggest he was cut out for something a little more rock, but the chemistry he has forged with Stevie Jackson has shown him to be more than a one-trick pony.  He’s got two tricks; the guitar one and the bass one.  Ignore the nickname, he’s not from Belfast.  He’s from Bangor, obviously.

NICKNAME(s): Belfast.

EDUCATION: Hmm.  Not that he’s ever mentioned.  Probably a graduate of the School of Rock.

ATTRIBUTES: Easy-going; versatile; hedonistic.

PUNCTUALITY: Shoddy, but crucially never last.  Never ever first, but never last.

SAMPLE QUOTE: “You know me.  I don’t mind.”

FINEST MOMENT: Every moment’s a fine moment when Bob’s around.  But his Dad bellowing “That’s my boy” from a box at the Royal Albert Hall would be up there.

MOST LIKELY TO: Sit in the back seat on the bus.  Sport a feather cut.  Remember a dodgy metal band from the ‘80s.  Attempt to give up smoking (although this time it looks like he might have done it).  Riff.  Go three days without sleeping.  Watch a “rockumentary”.  Sit back and enjoy the ride.  Pout onstage.  Appreciate the absurdity of the situation.  Be a bad influence on Stevie.  Embrace his fellow man.