Jeremy is a gaunt and emaciated figure who spends his life in a freezing garret, writing songs in which the world will never have any interest. His impotent rage at this perceived injustice has borne a mighty apocalyptic beast called Moose Malloy which he insanely supposes will one day avenge him. Jeremy is a reluctant and dull conversationalist who only finds interest in sterile debates about the relative virtues of early 70's Jim Croce and Kris Kristofferson albums. Consequently he has been refused permission to live with the rest of the band and remains in sulky exile in the borderlands of West Bridgford.