Best mate at the club?
I honestly get on with everyone here, so there’s no best mate to speak of. They’re a great bunch and I’ve enjoyed it here ever since I arrived last summer.
Last to buy dinner?
There are a few of them, I’m afraid, but I’m going to have to say Ronnie Henry is the worst. He never has any money in his pocket and he always goes to the toilet when it’s his round or says “I’ll get it lads, but I’ve only got my card – oh no, I haven’t even got my card.”
It’s got to be one of the young lads because they have nothing better to do! Someone like Ryan Johnson is probably pretty good. He’s only 19 so there are no kids and no missus to stress him out.
Chris Day, the goalkeeper. He’s almost 41 years of age and genuinely still dresses like he’s 19. He wears hoodies, jeans with paint all over them, high-top trainers – all sorts of stuff. He just doesn’t dress his age and he really should.
Dressing room DJ?
We leave that to the fitness coach, Dan Barnes, and he plays a lot of dance music. He’s a personal trainer and he’s always got a decent playlist on his phone, full of tunes to get you pumped up. We leave it to him get things going.
Late for training?
Aaron O’Connor hasn’t been here too long, but he scrapes in every day, always with about a minute to go. It’s pure laziness as he can’t get out of bed in the morning. But, for the most part, he gets there in the nick of time.
Definitely Charlie Lee. He loves a bit of brown-nosing. Anywhere the manager is, you can bet Charlie Lee is closely following behind.
Jack Jebb couldn’t cook beans on toast if he tried. You don’t want him making your dinner if you can avoid it.
First on the dance floor?
David McAllister is generally the joker of the squad. He has some horror moves on the dance floor but he’s not afraid to bring them out in a hurry.
Most likely to disgrace themselves at the Christmas party?
McAllister again – he gets up to all sorts of stuff. I’d better not say what, but let’s just say he’s not to be trusted!
Ronnie Henry again. He’s got a panther on his calf, or at least that’s what I think it is – it must be some sort of panther, cat or kitten. Either way, it’s horrible.
Partial to a sunbed?
Jack Jebb is so orange, it’s unbelievable. It’s either regular trips to the sun bed or he is putting on make-up every morning. His face is completely orange.
Going to make the best manager?
Me! I’d like to think I would be quite good at that sort of thing and, hopefully, the lads would agree.