Someone has to bat at No.11 for the 1st's in the Premier Division. Accurate, no-frills, medium pace bowler. Is a better batsman than he thinks he is, and could be a good all-rounder in the future. Timekeeping needs improvement.

Restored an antique Volkswagen Beetle, work started 1996 and finished almost a decade later before trading it in for a newer model. Excited at prospect of Newcastle Brown Ale on tap. Closet intellectual. Constantly having to defend his brother's actions, though secretly envies his talents. Avid bidder on internet auctions, especially DVD's and limited edition trainers. Yearns for a utopian life in America.

Plans to supercede PRT one day with own cricket team called either Portland PLC or Portland Mechanicals. Intends to use Reforne ground as prime real estate for luxury flats. Has sole responsibility for any views expressed in Trevett's Teas section. Ultimate aim is for the destruction of the Tremlins.

Survived the near death experience of driving with Graham. Plans to stay a student until his late 20's/early 30's. Lives in a different time zone, usually about 20 minutes later than anyone else. Staunch conservative and Daily Mail reader. Looking to create a branch of California's Muscle Beach in Weymouth.

Unconvinced by Quayle's plans to open the batting with him in the 2nd XI after a fortunate 82 against Abbotsbury. Defected to setup the successful Bridge Inn Bears (née Rectory Royals, née Bar on the Corner) evening league side, who won the Echo Cup in their 3rd season. Joined Weymouth CC for a more professional approach to Saturday cricket in 2006, but found himself relegated to Division 2 along with Triangle when he discovered that all cricket teams are run in pretty much the same disorganised fashion.

"Thank you Graham, I'll have that one", "I've always felt that boy was slightly retarded", "I want to be in Europe, but not run by Europe"