He's the kind of subtle dynamite that you're wary of tripping over; a quiet energy that radiates the message that he could thump your ass without a second thought, and you'd thank him for the pleasure on the way down into the dirt. Max Bullock is the embodiment of what you think comprises a rugby player, and he's also one hell of a nice guy. I'm lucky enough to call him a friend and co-worker, and I invite you to sit down for a boozy hour where we get to know the man who went from partying too hard early on into the student of the physical game of chess. Cheers!