| Question | Answer |
|---|
| Full Name? | Paul Hubbard |
| Nickname(s)? | Old Mother |
| Date of Birth? | A Thursday in October |
| Place of Birth? | Hospital ward (ed- not bloody Wales anyway) |
| Occupation? | Open to offers |
| Other Hobbies? | Answering questionnaires |
| Favourite Food? | Edible |
| Football Allegiance (if any)? | Rugby football - Wales. American football - New England Patriots |
| Favourite Drink? | Beer |
| Top Film? | An Officer and a Gentleman (There actually being no such thing) |
| Top Book? | Contrarian Investment Strategies by David Dremen (ed- bet thats a fat lot of use at the moment) |
| Fave Music/Band | Eric Bogle |
| Most Likely to Sing Karaoke to? (song/artist) | An empty bar |
| Fave Shakespearian Play? | Front foot cover drive |
| Person Most Want to be Marooned on Desert Island with and why? | Robinson Crusoe - useful chap for the occasion |
| Person Least Want to be Marooned on Desert Island with and why? | Lloyd Grossman. You need a reason? |
| Best Sporting Moment? | DAFS beating Heriots in (?) 1998 |
| Best Personal Sporting Moment/Achievement? | Par on the Road Hole at first attempt, 1985 |
| Worst Sporting Moment/Achievement (personal or any)? | Still to come, I fear |
| Sporting Idol? | Jack Nicklaus |
| Personal Motto/Philosophy? | ALWAYS tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but.. |
| Significant/Tenous Claim to Fame (if any)? | Voted "best face for radio" Bosnia news media 2000 |
Our very own Yorkshire-welshman. Ex-submariner and Warlord Secret Agent (sleeper). Most often found when not on golf course, cricket pitch or in Berts' Bar, on some UN/NATO military operation in a stores and support logistics role (or something) for which they pay him a king's ransom. Master investment strategist and totally addicted to annihilating 12-year old Americans at Age of Empires. One of Mufs premier divers... and I am talking sub-acqua here. Not only one of DAFS best batsman (honest) but also one of the many men who love wearing the gloves on Saturday's and I'm not talking about the Customs' men. Everyone loves a sailor they say.