Mincey Brown
I play guitars, bass, drums, pelmets - anything I can get my hands on, really. I also remove patches from the elbows of old jackets and use them to encourage young people in the horticultural arts.
This I do by taping the patches to my knees as I kneel before the rhubarb with a secateur. Clip, clip, clip.
They say the best way to lead is by example.
Kevin Miggleton
A great man for the lies, I play guitars and bass and keyboards and percussion and triangle and sampler and cello and piano and flugelhorn and so on. I also write the lyrics, such as they are - ho-ho. In my spare time I write best-selling detective novels.
I'm happily married to Karen - very much so - and my daughter is still alive.
Oliver Dunne-Stanley
Not really a talker, me.
Kelvin Monks
41 years in the rag trade and alls I've got to show for it is this lousy tombstone. That's my epitaph. Came up with it on a train, so I did. We were on hollyers, travelling from Howe to Wye. The kids were in foul humour. I had to clock one of them on the bonce for calling his mother a tart. Which was a bit much - considering he'd never bleeding met her. I make train noises for the band, by the way. You can hear me in action on the tune "Eye Wiper". Chuffed, I was, to be asked: chuf-bleeding-chuffed.
