| Take a trip inside the dark corners of The Mullet's mind. Eye-using viewers may care to have a bang on the whizzy video clips to the left. We thank you. Name: Daryl Astbury aka The Mullet. Age: 37 Job Status: Unemployed. Recently fired from bowling alley for sniffing shoes. Favourite Band: Saxon followed by Aerosmith. Nuff Said. Marital status: Never. But had a girl friend who ran off with a roadie from Saxon. "I've never felt more part of the band... every rose has its thorn". Best friend: Lucky Larry Mancini (Lucky with the Lay-deez). Education: The University of Life and the School of Hard Knocks.
Favourite Food: Pork scratchings or any other snack with hair. Favourite Drink: Snakebite and Black. "It turns your tongue purple." Hobbies: Hanging out at Best Foods convenience store, Brentford. Lager tasting. Daryl Hates: "Nu metal. It's shit. It doesn't have the same evil feel as old metal. In fact it's dog shit..." Factoids: Daryl's dad was a crack elite dentist who ran away before he was born. Daryl and his Mom were very close, she gave him his first tattoo which read: "The tip is in, can you feel it?" Daryl once sold his soul to rock and roll to further his understanding of the musical black art. This involved an all-night session drinking Special Brew and Bacardi while listening to Saxon records backwards. He was found the next morning by his girl friend, temporarily blind, lying naked covered in tomato ketchup next to his best friend Lucky Larry Mancini. He took this as a sign that he had been taken as a bride of Satan and that he was to spread the gospel of metal. His girl friend left him shortly afterwards for a roadie from Saxon.
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