Having spent his formative years in the English city of Plymouth, famed for exporting legal piracy, warships, exclusive religious sects and the United States of America, he is understandably confused and still unsure of what he would like to be when he grows up.

Several enjoyable jobs have involved listening to music and loafing about with pieces of wire and round slabs of PVC. When the PVC lost its attraction he moved into an enjoyable job facilitating men having safer sex with one another whilst he rushed around making coffee and lending an understanding ear. When this began to pall, due to too much disinfectant and too little sleep, he found himself an enjoyable job selling soft toys and vegetarian soap to American tourists in order to save the planet. Recently he has been sighted in an office in Brisbane gazing forlornly at a computer screen, worrying about money and how to convince thick people who wear suits and hard-hats that saving the planet is an economic benefit. In his spare time he has been known to lecture students, town planners and anyone who can't get away quickly enough about the liberating aspects of living on top of 3000 litres of his own excrement.

The head of the Climate Institute, John Connor, once remarked "Jeff, you do pop up in some odd places" Jeff agrees.

He took on the avatar of "Moloch" more than a decade ago when he recognised a kindred spirit. One of the fiercest looking creatures on Earth, the Moloch is small to the point of insignificance, completely harmless and sits around in the sun all day looking truculent and eating fantastic quantities of ants. The metaphor has recently become still more appropriate since, like the Moloch, Jeff now drinks water that he harvests himself. Although in Jeff's case not normally from the spines on his back. The ants aren't all they're cracked up to be either.

Moloch was also an early Hebrew god and rival of the irritatingly exclusive, genocidal and schizophrenic god commonly known in english as "god". In Jeff's view any rival to this wildly overused metaphor for masculine domination has to be a good thing. He is quick to point out that, unlike the followers of either, he has never sacrificed anyone or anything. It seems downright silly to destroy life in order to curry favour with a figment of the imagination and Jeff gets angry at those who continue to do so.

Jeff has had many successful sexual relationships, often simultaneously, and remains a virgin.

He doesn't play "Second Life" as there seem to be quite enough peculiar, chaotic, intriguing and fun things going on in this one.