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Forrest was a sickly child until his appendix was whipped out at the tender age of 8. He then started to conquer the sporting world and became a qualified referee, taking on the mite of ankle-biting 6 year olds on a Sunday morning.

Given his humble beginnings in North Yorkshire, the logical football team to support was of course Manchester United. Forrest used the sorry excuse that Gary Pallister was his cousin's wife's doctor's niece's dad and so he had no choice but to join the dirty ranks. But a faithful fan he has remained. Through thick and thick, through the highs and highs, he has loyally followed the scum-sucking pigs. It has been tough watching them win year after year, but he has just about managed to keep going.

Forrest is also a keen gambler. During the first week of a new job Forrest participated in the work pools, taking £200 (in pound coins) from his colleagues' pot of cash which had been building up for a period of months. Needless to say he has made many friends there. A force to be reckoned with.