Formerly a pimp, of the harsh streets of Preston. Now a resident chess player in down town New York. Scott spends the majority of his time abusing random passers by and debating eastern european politics with pigeons.
Given the option of either being stranded on a desert island with either Drew Barrymore or Parris Hilton he simply replied:
"Neither! Although given the grim scenario of actually having being stranded with either i'd be thankful that it was an Island as at least i'd be able to end said nightmare with a fatal paddle."
He has a liking to foreign women, as he believes the less communication in a relationship the better. Not because he believes women suffer from any sort of social handicap, more so that his ego cannot take being outwhitted by one.
Finally as Scott is an avid Sunderland fan he has a distinct distaste for anything that managed to crawl out of the river tyne and slide it's way into a Newcastle shirt.
