STEVE PECK

What can we say about the man, nay the legend, that is Steve Peck that hasn't been said a million times before? One-time Melody Maker Picture Editor, now the most feared and respected freelance Picture Bloke on the planet, he makes up for his lack of stature with a passion for drinking and boozy behaviour that puts us all to shame.

As anyone who's ever seen his trail-blazing "techno-skiffle" band Butt Terry will know, Steve is a man with presence and charisma. One feels that it must have been a man of such calibre who led Britain in the Second World War and you suspect that Steve will lead us again when we finally see sense and declare war on Swindon and villages with connecting bus routes. If you happen to meet Steve in the street or more likely at the next Club Beer, don't be afraid to buy him a pint - or, if you're a lady, show your appreciation with your bodily charms. He nearly got lucky at Club Beard, he reckons, but apparently we played the wrong tune at the wrong time and it all went a bit you-know-whats up.

It wouldn't be understatement to say that we owe the success of more than one Club Beer to the stirling efforts of Steve. If he hadn't drunk several pints and then gone and harassed students with flyers on our Ladies Night, it could well have been the end of Club Beer. And if he hadn't taken the time to cultivate some stubble on his lower face area, then Fruitbat would have been the only befoliaged person at Club Beard, aside from Angus himself and he doesn't count. So thanks Steve. Keep drinking, keep smiling, keep being you. No one else comes close.