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 hitman, 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.
