...and why you might give a shit:
Jake: Whilst the brains behind a fictional chicken emporium, Jake's talent isn't limited to business. He can kick up a hell of a fuss on a piano and sing in English and two romance languages. Bada-bing bada-boom.
James: Although James' main area of knowledge is motorbikes, he also likes digi-pop, snakeskin cowboy boots and post-apocalyptic knee guards, so don't get carried away in thinking that he's that cool.
Amélie: A lady photographer with no jokes, but lots of both "funny" (read: distressing) and genuinely lovely stories to tell. All will be revealed in The Conty Archives.
Austin Peasley: The Asian Prince, our resident foodie and a charming man of appropriately epicurean tastes. He has a good ear for particular genres of music and an equally good eye for jaunty underwear.
Sam: Remember that guy at school who was good at every sport? Sam's that guy, but with a much, much better tan. Bound for a life of PR in Singapore, he's not just a hat rack.
Ashli: Our chirpy little Cockney-Canadian, filled to the brim with an interest for period art and drama, gossip and, dare we admit it, Twilight. She also paints, pulls pints and makes potato salad rather well.
Ruthie: An acerbic faux red-head, artist, traveller and historian. She occasionally has nice things to say, though that might not be obvious here. Or anywhere.
Andy: Film buff and technophile. You know what year that movie was made where the bloke who's got the thing flies over that place to save the kid with the arms? Neither do we, but Andy does.
Tom: Pie-noshing Northerner, football fan (Burnley FC, if anyone cares) and lover of all things car related. Except cars that actually work apparently.
A-Bomb: You'll be seeing some sketches and photos through the green-tinted specs of this Fro'd Frenchman, who has a flair for designing furniture and "other three-dimensional things".
Giveré: If it can be cooked, he'll eat it. If it'll fit on a screen, he'll watch it. If it's eleven men in claret-and-blue kicking a football around West Ham, he'll scream himself hoarse, we present The Giver.
Giveré: If it can be cooked, he'll eat it. If it'll fit on a screen, he'll watch it. If it's eleven men in claret-and-blue kicking a football around West Ham, he'll scream himself hoarse, we present The Giver.
Con Connersby: A chappy sort of Hall-raiser who once fired a blunderbuss. He also digs geology and rocks short-shorts... Geddit? But seriously, he's a geologist and wears skimpies.
StewART: Although a brilliant graphic designer and all-round doodle wizard, Sarah is sadly yet another woman afflicted with a penchant for vampires.
GeorgeST: A strapping Cornish lad with few obvious charms. Tediously enigmatic and prone to over-use of many words when one will do, he mostly exists in rants & extraneous metaphor. About to emigrate from Falmouth to Brighton.
GeorgeST: A strapping Cornish lad with few obvious charms. Tediously enigmatic and prone to over-use of many words when one will do, he mostly exists in rants & extraneous metaphor. About to emigrate from Falmouth to Brighton.
Deadward the Deviant: A debauched wretch of a person whose life is strung together with a series of shame-filled escapades. Good fun though.
