Mr Brodie Rae Smithers could have been a contender. Once having had something resembling a freelance writing gig in the late 90s in London which involved The Guardian Guide, Fono Magazine, The Sunday Times and The Independent On Sunday.
Yet, slowly this eroded away as money, location and responsibilities loomed like an ominous spectre over his creative career. Like the classic comeback kid, a never-subdued sense of self-importance has propelled his fingers back onto the keyboard. Now living in Edinburgh, he plays most things with a Boycott-esque straight bat, keeps his guard up and other such well-worn sporting analogies.