Bryn has called Bristol his home for 12 years now after studying music here in this fair city’s university. He currently works as a wine importer and enjoys playing rugby.
His business and philanthropic interests are wide, varied and incredibly successful, with property, emerging technology and even rumors that he funded CERN for the last four years of its existence all hinted at. A reported £70 million deal with the BBC to appear on the next four seasons of Dragons Den fell through after the BBC declined to agree to his reasonable request that only green peanut M&M’s be placed in his green room.
His sporting achievements have been widely documented after he created a special football team just for one year that made it to the second round of the FA Cup in 1994.
Chris has been singing with the Trowmen for 4 years. Apparently his vocal prowess has been likened to that of a master yodeller, wild geese and a bull elephant in musth all at the same time.
He writes film screenplays, makes short and feature films when money and time allow.
His ambition is to live his life purely on the proceeds of his artistic endeavours – so far this this work in progress…
Dave sang with family, church and school as a youngster, but after his a voice broke and only knowing soprano parts, he had a 25-year break before joining local a cappella group ‘Naked Voices’ in 2002 and then ‘Original Sing’ in 2010.
His diverse musical tastes range from thrash metal through AOR to skiffle and he is one of the world’s biggest ‘Frankie Goes to Hollywood’ fans. Long divorced but having lost the battle for access to his son, he’s always keen to talk to those who have even the vaguest idea what PAS is all about.
Singing is his release, his joy and his only remaining opportunity for the slightest degree of local notoriety. He also cycles a lot, skis a bit and enjoys peeling the bark off trees and licking the wrong side of stamps. His recent arrest on charges of wombat-baiting was completely without substance. Not surprisingly, he’s also single…….. (ladies!!) :-)
Since his marriage to Coldplay’s Chris Martin successfully concluded, Gwyn’s been looking for a new project to sink his time and creative energies into. Regrettably his dreams were crushed when he was mistaken for a tenor and press-ganged into setting sail with the Trowmen. Resigning himself to a future of squealing, pig-like, over the top of songs people were previously enjoying, he is nervously awaiting his ritual hazing/initiation as the newest member.
In his free time he is happy and has hopes and dreams, just like anyone, until he remembers, and wonders what he must have done to deserve this.