Nickname: The Phallus, Rod the Rod
Birthplace: Flint
Date of Birth: 01/11/68
Resides: Streatham Vale (the posh part - like a blond hair on cack)
Occupation: Retired land broker
Preferred Position: In the air
How did you come to join the Casuals: Fat keeper Gazza Ward brought me to the Lord Malcolm.
Why did you leave: Broke both legs, 7 ribs and fractured my skull going for a header. (This is a 'joke' - Ed)
Who else did you introduce to the club: God
Highlight of Casuals Career: Laying on three goals for much-maligned club hero Phil Malcolm.
Lowlight of Casuals career: Receiving 'the best punch' Smithy's ever seen! (v Mastercare FC in 1996)
Most Embarrassing Moment: Rather not say
Best Casuals manager you played under: Obviously the demi-God Lord Malcolm
Worst player you played alongside: Dom Bourke but we loved him anyway
Funniest player: Michael Rootes although he's not as funny as my mate Neil
Favourite match: When we beat Maccabi 5-0 in 1996 and I took out their best player in the 1st minute.
Worst match: The one where I nearly hit Geraint when I should have hit Graham Nash
Most memorable Casuals goal you scored: I forget them all - I prefer helping others score on and off the pitch.
Funniest thing you have seen during a game: 'Mad Dog' Phil Malcolm's goal celebration in the 1993 cup final - he bounded about like a two-legged rabbit with myxomatosis.
Funniest thing you have seen on a Casuals night out: Photographic evidence of me kissing a girl even before my nemesis Dave Houlker spent all holiday snail-pacedly persuing her - sweet!
Favourite Bridgend tour memory: A 12 inch turd on Nick Markham's Mercedes Shit-class.
Are you still playing: No, but Bruce Willis kept coming back
So what do you do now: I now spend my Sat mornings learning more about the true God - after foolishly following the Lord Malcolm for years.
How would you like to be remembered: Passing on girls to better players
Best thing about being a Casual: You're never in danger of being the crappest player in the team (only jokin!). The best thing was people displaying their enormous love and respect for you in the only way they could - ripping the piss out of you in and out of the dressing room!
Message to the current team: If you don't have a pint after the match then expect to be mentioned in the post-match post-mortem - your soul will be the first thing to be removed by the incisors.
Q&A completed on 12 Feb 2006.