'He's the hardest street fighter alive.' – Freddie Foreman
Picture a man, he’s tall, not excessively so, yet as wide as he is high. This man is a spitting and growling street brawler; a tank full of ready to blow muscle-fuelled aggression. Imagine, if you will, the comic book style British Bulldog.Yes, you’ve got it, that big bruiser of a mutt, with a packet of ciggies rolled up in the sleeve of its Union Jack emblazoned vest. Well, there you have him!
He is the obligatory Bulldog of Great British stamp; the prototypical face taken from the terraces of an ’80s football fan’s rolled-up newspaper cosh; a poster-boy of malevolence left over from Thatcher’s post-punk Britain. Stormin’ Norman’s his name and when this storm is raging, he’s like a force-nine gale fused with a hurricane. In his heyday, Norman saw off a plethora of gangland minders, and with his own style of hands-on education, taught Glasgow’s prolific hitman, Billy McPhee, the laws of the Guv’nor’s land.
He’s the Godfather of Aylesbury. The lovable lunatic with the heart of a Tyrannosaurus-Rex. Yes, this my accidental friends, is the new Guv’nor. He is the man who rebuked many a heathen, but was also everyone’s friend, and for all the right reasons. So, settle in with your favourite tipple, and let his biographer regale you with a lifetime of fronting the doors, righting wrongs, and brutal bare knuckle tear-ups.
