About 7ft in height, he looked 6ft across 'as if Nature had intended to make a gorilla, and changed its mind at the last moment.' Has 'the sort of eye that can open an oyster at 60 paces.' Apart from a certain design skill he is also an expert on jewellery and collects silver.

Although now respectable, he once pinched a policeman's helmet while at Oxford. He is said to have the disposition of a short-tempered tiger and is fond of uttering threats of violence with a hob-nailed boots motif.


a strange man said this about me: "The trouble with you, Spode, is that because you have succeeded in inducing a handful of halfwits to disfigure the London scene by going about in black shorts, you think you're someone. You hear them shouting 'Heil, Spode!' and you imagine it is the Voice of the People. That is where you make your bloomer. What the Voice of the People is saying is: 'Look at that frightful ass Spode swanking about in footer bags! Did you ever in your puff see such a perfect perisher?"
if i find him i am going to break his neck!

Nothing stands between ourselves and victory â except defeat!