At first glance the lefty pseudo-intellectual with a non-descript British accent sat in the corner with a bottle of Scotch whiling away the hours by sarcastically bating idiots until he gets bored or runs out of whisky.
Generally despairing of the human race but lacking the will to care and just traveling the world in search of sun and beer instead. It's fun. You should try it sometime.
Ordained minister of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Legally able to preside over weddings in New Zealand, the Netherlands and a handful of US states.
