
Recently retired, Chris is a THFC masochist, originally from North London, now living in the wilds of North Cornwall. Having worked, at arm’s length, for a F1 team he has (finally) left behind a career in personal finance and occasionally sashays forth – wind and rain permitting - to White Hart Lane, to see the famous white-clad stiffs.
This is, of course, a life sentence, and he is joined in this odyssey by other Kernow-based unfortunates, together forming a loose Band of Brothers, all seemingly unconnected yet with similar masochistic tendencies, and low expectations.
Being Spurs, he’s naturally pessimistic, yet has the common trait of unrealistic optimistic overtones, and is totally bemused by his occasional inclusions on the Nice One Cyril podcast, where his ramblings and odd comments appear to be somewhat tolerated.