In an organisation that has been as ruthlessly caricatured as the Black Rods, Bosker more than most resembles a somewhat unkind scrawling of a lawman found on a public wall.

Porcine, unkempt, greying and almost entirely unfit for any kind of physical activity beyond hitting things, he smells as bad as he looks. Perhaps unsurprisingly, then, he's found it very easy to rise to his current position of prominence within the organisation.