Weasel started out as a Croydon casual hiding blades in his sock and saying "as it 'appens" after every sentence. A peculiar epiphany occurred during a tromboning in a South London music hall, where Weasel took a Greggs Mutton Pasty in the wrong hole. All his subsequent written output aims to deconstruct the emotion of that catharsis. He is also the progenitor of the Werk electronic music empire, as well as one of John Peel's favourite press release writers.
