Jeff Swahili
Our Flame Hero rhythm guitarist. He was the one we pushed to the front to wrestle Mongolians and give the yaks a thorough milking.
This was fair compensation for having his unwashed body clambering over us in seven weeks of tin-can Punto cabin fever. Jeff is famous for his dancefloor lunges, and has an irrational distate for the town of Ramsgate.
Steve Soper
The lead guitarist who, when asked if he fancied driving to Mongolia, went 'yeah, ace' and immediately bought funny goggles.
Steve proved able to turn his nimble fingers to anything, from doing whatever one does to head gaskets to actually being able to play his instrument. This put added pressure on the lad's shoulders, but also gave him a powerful blackmail tool: 'If you don't milk that yak, I'm not putting the wheels back on the car.'
Dave Waller
Our drummer excused his utter lack of practical use by declaring himself the team's head of 'cultural relations'.
That doesn't mean he was the one spearheading encounters with the opposite sex. Which is a good thing. He was huddled in the back of the Punto in torrents of tears, shivering, before the other two even had their seat-belts on. But he sharpened up, and eventually got loads of girls' email addresses.
The winner
Due to a lack of clarity on the rules, we had to establish several categories, and the prizes were awarded thus:
Most awesome thatch Dave
Most desirable beard Steve
Tried his best Jeff
