Hailing from Peterlee but cursed with the most mysterious eyes in County Durham, Nelly's spent his life fending off jokes with the precision of a kung fu master. If anyone’s got the fighting spirit to handle this role, it’s him. Let’s just hope he’s still seeing straight by the speeches… or at least as straight as usual. Despite is obvious disadvantages, Nelly is an incredible Fiancé to Kelly and tremendous father to his twin boys, Elijah & Isaiah. -A top bloke and a brother!

Once known as a bit of a knocker (code word: prolific romantic), Sean left a trail of broken hearts and great dance moves in his wake. These days, the only thing larger than his hit list is his hips — and his heart. Now a proud dad and devoted partner to Sophie, he’s swapped late nights out for early mornings with dirty nappies. - Legends evolve

James has spent most of his life dodging comments about his lugs — and to be fair, they’ve had more airtime than Radio 1. A top joiner by trade, he’s recently upgraded his other tools too, thanks to a fresh Turkish hairline that’s got him feeling 25 again (even if his knees say otherwise). Nearly 40 and somehow in his prime — peak performance, peak banter, and still hearing everything you whisper across the room. A proper grafter, a solid mate, and a brilliant dad — I couldn’t be prouder of him!

Big lugs (not quite James-level), cartoonishly massive arms, way out of proportion to his body and a personality that flips faster than a light switch. By day, he’s calm, composed — a model husband to Leah and proud dad to three beautiful girls. But give him a few pints and out comes Frank the Tank — a one-man wrecking ball of chaos and questionable dance moves. He was the first of us to get married, but the last to have a stag… the revenge tour may be incoming. Love the bloke to bits.

Straight outta the mean streets of Birmingham, Rory’s an engineer by day and a wannabe Banksy by… most other times. Father to a beautiful little girl and forever young at heart, he’s basically Peter Pan with a spray can — still scribbling on walls when he should probably be picking curtains. A good lad with a creative streak and a poor taste in football teams.

There’s four of us: me (Nick, the best one), Will (the uglier twin — sorry, mate), Martin (the middle child coasting through life, sometimes not even on this planet — hence the nickname “Alien”), and David (the youngest, craziest, and proud holder of the certified "idiot” title). If me and Will aren’t butting heads, something’s definitely wrong. - Ahh brotherly love! ha - Martin drifts through existence like a peaceful space traveller, and David? He’s chaos — but we wouldn’t have it any other way. Jokes aside, I wouldn’t be the man I am without these three. Top blokes and even better fathers. We've had some times together and now it's time for them to see me off as the first married McQue lad! Let's go fellas.