Spike Evans was brought up in Yorkshire. He devoted most of his twenties to lingering in education (well beyond any practical purpose), and a fairly decent portion of his thirties to paying off the comical debts he accrued during the preceding decade.
He has been marginally involved in a number of failed indie bands, writing and recording scores of largely unlistenable songs about being thwarted in love. This thankfully came to an end when he met his wife-to-be, Jo, with whom he lives below Luton airport's approach flightpath, in a tiny terraced house, with their cat, Fred. Every now and then Spike threatens to 'get back into' music – he recently acquired a banjo – but nothing substantial has come of it yet.