Ronnie is a wraith, Keeper of the Fools' Code, the Messiah's Mandate, and Master of Metal, but he is not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy! Ronnie is one of the Terrible Trinity along with Jack Frost and The Sandman. Ronnie lives in his lair, a crypt beneath a disused badger set at an undisclosed location......somewhere. But Ronnie is everywhere.

Ronnie never sleeps, he never speaks, he never eats and his cloak is woven from the silk of abandoned spider webs. We alone, in 'Fools' Messiah,'  are granted access to Ronnie's Lair on the strict understanding that only Rock music must echo around his hallowed territory. Ronnie is a soul stroller, not only can he see into your soul, he can walk right through it. If Ronnie detects a soul, impure from thoughts of music which is not rock, well......we don't know, mercifully we've never seen it but it won't be pretty.

Some say his breath smells like dry ice and Jack Daniels; that his eyes, which flare with the spirits of a thousand fallen angels, are liquid mercury; and that he can be bribed with a lifetime's supply of treacle toffees, though we have no idea what he does with them.

By order, the true identity of The Fool's Messiah can only be revealed by us, at a gig, in Ronnie's presence, so come along and see us if you want to be part of the revelation. But if you do, watch out for Ronnie, because he will be watching you. And bring treacle toffees..............Lots of'em!