How can you describe a man like Fr. Jack. Words pale into insignificance and cannot justify the man himself. There are no words to describe him, except for petite, quiet, timid and clean shaven.

Fr. Jack is an unassuming man with an uncanny ability to blend into the background and become unobtrusive. A very quietly spoken man, you'll find it hard to hear, let alone see him, when sitting in a pub without customers.

Whilst all around him are making merriment, Fr. Jack sits in the corner to himself drinking what appears to be tap water from a bottle labelled Vodka. This would explain his ability to drink large quantities of it without getting drunk. In this "vodka" there also appears to be chilli's which is rather strange considering that this man is unable to eat fish and chips without getting an upset stomach.

His biking credentials revolve around a Honda CBR 600 that he made himself from an engine of a C90 and papier mache. Unfortunately, when he got to making the faring, he was too tight to go and buy some decent paints, so ended up looking in his shed for something that he could use and that ended up being some left over paint that he did his kitchen with. So when you see a slight built, clean-shaven, wuss riding a blue CBR6, you know you've met then man that calls himself Fr. Jack.