Born and dragged up in and around Manchester, he first came to the island on holiday as a child - his late uncle, butcher Bill Brogden had shops in Ramsey and later in Douglas in the early 1960's.
Later, as head of his own modest corporate communications empire, he flew over for long weekends after qualifying as a private pilot in 1985.
In 1997 he opted for an easier lifestyle and moved to Douglas as a marketing services freelancer, but there wasn't much work in that field, so he drove a taxi (his first proper job) and talked his way into Manx Radio, initially as Holiday Relief Bloke.
He's done most shows at one time or another. After over 20 years here he's gone native - he certainly feels more Manx than he ever identified with being a Mancunian. Rest assured that plenty of real Manx people have told him (repeatedly) that there IS a boat in the morning!
With three fabulous and talented grown-up daughters (he offered them money NOT to make him a grandparent any time soon, but they took it and still made him a grandad) he's still looking for a girlfriend who just about fits 'the official formula', which is allegedly half your age plus seven.
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: "wow, what a ride!!"