Stephen Jones Coward of the Year

Strode resolutely out before the watchful eyes of his all-important cyber buddies, determined to awe them with his bravado and temerity by challenging the dastardly foe to an "I know more about everything than you do" showdown at high noon, only to whirl and bolt at the first sign of his challenge being accepted, running scared, Gone with the Wind, gaze fixed on the farthest horizon. Needed to "go and lie down for a while," preen his moustaches, vanished at the speed of lightning, scampered away with his tail between his legs. And if he ain't one hell of a fast runner, he'll do until one comes along! Hysterical in his role as a quixotic bandwagoner at his most effusive and vehement when the battle is already underway, with his ten or twelve Planet Rugby "associates" converging on a single opponent disarmed by a curious censorship policy. One moment guffawing in liaison with the perpetrators, the next springing forth to thrust moral values into our faces, but impotent enough in the absence of his supporting cast with the confused thoughts of one whose mind is mush.