The greatest moment in Robin’s life was being handed his just born baby daughter in all her glory. She was tiny and pink and perfect. She opened her miniscule eyes and looked directly at him. He knew, to the root of his soul, that she had absolutely no idea who or what he was. He felt elated. It was a beautiful moment…
Then she vomited on him and it wasn’t.
Without a single doubt, Robin’s favourite album is The Clash by The Clash, and when Joe Strummer died he wept along with everyone else.
If Robin was not being a musician here and now, he would be a professional mid seventies snooker player taking on Alex “The Hurricane” Higgins at the Crucible back then.
Robin likes Guinness as often as possible, a game of darts occasionally and Dunfermline Bus Station never. He finds no enchantment in the sound of drunken Glaswegian women, much preferring the sound of Sly and the Family Stone, whom, in an ideal world, would play Family Affair at his funeral.
Robin thinks the best invention humanity has come up with is the Kettle.
He takes his tea milky with half a sugar (cutting down).