Stuey

Well, I'm finally getting round to completing the introduction of my Subsource brethren by having a few words about Stuey. Since the departure of our MCs to foreign lands, he's had the frontman role thrust upon him and he's just about found his feet. (Though he's still sometimes a little aggressive in asking the crowd to come a little closer to the stage or shake booty)

Of course, those who've come to see a show know all about his stage bass-playing antics and his groinal motions all too well. These frequently result in post-gig propositions but those who've attempted this are pretty disappointed to find out he's a man with a)morals and b)girlfriend. But out of us all, he's the ladies' man by a margin. Certainly he leads us onto the stage like a commander leading troops onto a battlefield, with a soldier-like determination to keep us and the audience moving. I have feared for my life on occasions where I get a frenzied Stuey turning towards me and ordering me to "FUCKING HAVE IT". I certainly did.

Behind the scenes, Stuey is generally the diplomat and the level-headed one, wearing tank-tops and vests bravely where no man dares to go. His song name titles are by far the worst of any. "Hang Out With Your Wang Out" and "Ferret's Peak" aren't quite going to make it onto the album.