Ged ibJ Martin was born at an early age. The son of a Throcket Fettler and a Weft Warper, he spent his formative years as a child in the area formerly known as Lancashire. 

During this time he developed a penchant for short hair, partly due to frequently having his head painted purple because of ringworm. 

In his teenage years he decided that he needed a career that would get him away from life in the Dark Satanic Mills(tm). Realising that he could also get free haircuts, he promptly joined the army, serving in the 15th Mounted Foot Regiment. 

His glittering army career, which consisted of drinking tea and avoiding being shot at, was sadly cut short due to an incident involving a tank, a large carton of NAAFI longlife strawberry yoghurt and the RSM's daughter. 

Finding himself on Civvy Street, he stumbled across a mislaid computer disk. Much research on the demonstration computers in Dixons later, Ged discovered that this disk contained the CV of a computer expert. He decided that this was a sign and promptly embarked on a new career in computing. 

His new employers soon discovered that Ged's particular talents (not to mention some unfortunate habits with paper clips and the typing pool) were best suited away from the office and he was sent out to roam the country, troubleshooting in places that had never previously known what trouble was. 

Ged has enjoyed recreational motorcycling for a number of years and has achieved great distinction. His slowest crash, which occured while he was paying for the petrol, was shortlisted for the Guiness Book of Records although he was beaten by someone who reversed a motorcycle into the ladies' toilets in a city centre pub. 

He is a very considerate rider and likes to ride at the back of groups so that he can keep an eye on all the less experienced riders. 

Ged's ambitions are to convert his flat into a museum of nearly-running SiteOldBikes and to satisfy all women who are gagging for a fat baldy bloke.