Picture a man, he's tall, not excessively so, yet as wide as he is high. This man is a spitting and growling street brawler, a tank full of ready-to-blow, muscle-fuelled aggression. Imagine, if you will, the comic-book style Bulldog of Great British stamp. Well, there you have him! The prototypical face taken from the terraces of an '80s football fan's rolled-up newspaper cosh, a poster-boy of malevolence left over from Thatcher's post-punk Britain.
Stormin' Norman's his name, and when this storm is erupting, he's like a force-nine gale fused with a hurricane. In his heyday, Norman saw off a plethora of gangland minders and with his own style of hands-on education taught Glasgow's prolific hit man, Billy McPhee, the laws of the Guv'nor's land.
He's the Godfather of Aylesbury, former British Bare-Knuckle Champion, and undefeated European Boxing Federation 'Guv'nor'. The loveable lunatic with the heart of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Yes, this, my accidental friends, is the new Guv'nor. He is the man who rebuked many a heathen but was also everyone's friend, and for all the right reasons. So, settle in with your favourite tipple, and let us regale you with a lifetime of fronting the doors, serving at Her Majesty's pleasure, righting wrongs and brutal bare-knuckle tear-ups.
