Some say we like camping, some say we like drinking. Some say we just like to sit round a campfire and chew the fat. All of them are right so by way of an introduction we’ll list core members and a quick description of their key responsibilities. We won’t put pictures as it’ll seem like a rogues gallery and it might scare small children.
Dave | Talker of bollocks. Has repeatedly talked the hind legs off a donkey. |
Mark | Communications and Marketing. Not good at marketing fire engines. |
Chard | All things technical. Like Brains from Thunderbirds but with a beard. |
Deano | Sharp weapons and armoury. Wearer of magical trousers. |
Roy | Public Relations Officer, Body disposal and also a member of the Bum Rum club. |
Keef | Wheels and sarcasm. Sarcasm so good you’ll take it as a compliment. |
Kai | Foreign relations envoy. Wood gathering champion. Minister of Grazing. |
Rory | Boy, Gimp. Basheers Bitch. Has no need for shaving implements. Pedant. |
Craig | IT and Intel. Could sell sand to the Arabs and often does. |
Andy | Entertainment, catering and front of house quiz master. Like a meeter at a Disney store but funnier. |
Tig | Political Incorrectness Officer. Never open what he sends you in public. |
AxeBoy | Purveyor of choppy things and stuff that goes bang. |
Nat | Scarlet Pimpernel. They seek him here, they seek him there. |