Spike Evans was brought up in Yorkshire. He devoted most of his twenties to lingering in education (well beyond any practical purpose), and a fairly decent portion of his thirties to paying off the ludicrous debts he accrued during the preceding decade. Spike has been marginally involved in a number of failed indie bands, writing and recording scores of largely unlistenable songs about being thwarted in love. This thankfully came to an end when he met his wife-to-be, Jo, with whom he lives beneath Luton Airport's 'approach' flight path with their cat, Fred. Every now and then Spike threatens t...