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.