JB Newman

Some say he was born on October 18th, 1985, to an owl and a bat. Some say he crawled out of the sea, a shining golden cherub with curly hair, child to Aphrodite and Appollo. There are those who belive he was cultivated in a petri dish in an underground laboratory in the wastes of Siberia, or a product of atomic experimentation in the Cold War. Still others report that his mother was in labour for 13 days and nights under a red moon, whence the midwife burst into flames and the doctor resigned instantly, saying "I'll quit while I'm ahead".

Whatever his origins, he now flickers between London and Northern Ireland, seemingly in two places at once, the unearthly vibration of his voice creating a rift in the dimensions over the Irish sea. Those who claim to have seen him with their own eyes cannot recall how long for, or what words they heard. But they were all drunk at the time.