Age: |
God knows! |
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Nationality: |
Heald Green-er |
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Occupation: |
Club Lothario, retired biscuit taster |
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Joined Duks: |
Years ago (when t'world were black & white...see right) |
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Likes: |
Ned Yates Garden Centre, jazz |
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Dislikes |
Hills, cold tea, ice and snow |
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Nickname(s): |
Walt, Norman Wisdom |
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Most likely to say: |
"Oooh, me back, but I'll still sprint for the hill at Wilmslow Golf Course"; "Two thirty, that's what the Chinese dentist said" |
Walter, dear old Walter, has had a grip of more women than Rod Stewart and George Best combined. Blessed with a cheeky grin, and a side-saddle riding position, he's always known to complain of some ailment before tanning your behind on a wee hill. Shares the title of master crap joke teller with none other than Mr. Harold Johnson, himself! You thought The Krankies were bad, wait till you join these two for a brew! He once had t-shirts made of his favourite employee at Ned Yates Garden Centre, Wilmslow. Told you he was barmy!