Mike Howarth

Ey up look!

It's Mike, or Northern Mike as he's also known - and yes, it's true... people do point and shout "Look at the Northerner" when he's feeding the pigeons in the street.

Any road, a bit more about him... The lad's originally from a one-up one-down in Huddersfield, West Yorkshire - but it was a posh one with a back yard for his dad's penny farthing. Not content with how Northern he actually was, he decided to make the move further up North to the University of Sunderland to do a colouring-in degree. However, this was too hard for him - keeping inside the lines and such, so he moved back t’cobbled street in Yorkshire.

Then, Mike somehow managed to get into the world of employment by the use of a crowbar and some edible underwear. Unfortunately, his employer bit too hard and Mike was later arrested for GBH. Nowadays, when he's not driving around in small cars or driving people mad, he just spends his time sat on his arse talking crap, and looking pretty gormless. Bless him! He even thought BFBS was a furniture company when he applied for the job, and still tries to sell the office desks and chairs to visitors to the station.