Our Team

Paul Trudgian

Our mercurial founder and leader. Relentlessly cheerful and inquisitive, Paul’s ability to treat the squalls and riptides of the fishing industry in a calm and upbeat manner, whilst steering the ship with a sure, and surprisingly light, hand on the tiller, is invaluable. Always keen to innovate, he loves nothing better than to turn an idea plucked from the ether, into solid fact. He likes to keep himself fit, even though his best years (and knees) are probably now framed in the rearview mirror (he would dispute this!).

If he were a fish he would be: A John Dory – Cornish through and through.

Paul Trudgian Fish for Thought founder

Lucy Trudgian

A less resilient woman might have buckled under the strain of being hurled into the deep-end of the seafood industry whilst their three (lovely) children were all still under the age of seven. Not Lucy! Like the triathlete she is, she kept afloat and splashing along during the early years of FFT, a slightly delayed change onto the bike, as Paul had temporarily misplaced the keys for the padlock, and then she was off, pedalling strongly through the middle years. Although she’s jogging along nicely now, she knows that in the fish game (or the family game) you always have to be ready to dive back into the water if required, to help the stragglers. It’s nice to know she’s there!

If she were a fish she would be: Prepared to jump into the boat to save you the trouble of hooking her.

Richard Arnold

Like an onion (and ogres) Rich has layers. Some of the layers are prickly and, quite frankly, quirky. However, when you peel that layer away, the one underneath might well be fluffy, or charming or……. It just might be another prickly one. His layers have undoubtedly stood him in good stead over the decade that he has been running things at FFT. Equally at home effortlessly filleting a turbot, or expertly discussing the finer points of aquaculture with a Michelin star chef, Rich knows the industry from top to bottom.

If he were a fish he would be: A Salmon – dodging the Grizzlies on his way up-river.

Rob Gwilliams

How and when Rob joined FFT is a story lost in the mists of time. Some say that he evolved naturally, years ago behind his desk and has been perched there ever since, gleaning what nourishment he needs from licking envelopes and sniffing highlighters, and that if he leaves the desk the House of FFT will fall! Some say he prowls the factory in the dead of night, carrying out lonely audits and talking with the lobsters in their own secret language. The truth is that he’s a bit too well padded these days to wheeze up and down the stairs too often!

If he were a fish he would be: One of those ugly looking so-‘n-so’s, in the depths with the glowing fishing light.

Jan Green

‘And so it came to pass, that Jan descended from the mountain clasping tablets of stone whereon was carved THE LAW. Her eyes flashed and the elders cast themselves down in fear and embarrassment! “Thou shalt not leave thine invoices in a heap! Thou shalt not clutter the office with empty porridge bowls! And thou canst cut out some of that language. Verily!” she cried. And lo, she stamped her foot (clad in a stylish Gucci sandal) and the men present ran to do her bidding.’ – an extract from the book of FFT, recalling the day that Jan took over as office manager. It’s pretty much been like that ever since. (More power to her elbow)

If she were a fish she would be: A Dover Sole – stylish & expensive


Sammy P is the seasoned veteran of the guys at the sharp end of the business. Filleter, lobster wrangler, fork-lift operator, practical joker- his talents are endless. Always one of the first to arrive in the morning, the sound of his speakers shaking the car-park is strangely reassuring. If FFT were a Hollywood blockbuster, he’d be played by Mark Wahlberg, though I worry that he may not be able to get the accent quite right. Also, I would hope he’d undergo proper training – fight choreography is all very well, but splitting a lobster on-screen has to be believable.

If he were a fish he would be: A barracuda- mean & moody.


Dex joined FFT straight out of school as a skinny, pimply-faced 17year old. We have had the privilege watched him grow from that nervous lad with the high-pitched giggle, who had never scaled a fish in anger, into an extremely accomplished filleter. As well as shouldering the extra responsibility of a supervisor’s role, he has also recently become a father for the first time. Thank goodness the disturbed sleep, crying and occasional smells are merely an extension of his time at work.

If he were a fish he would be: Nemo’s Dad


Feras holds a unique place in the Cornish fishing fraternity as our only Palestinian fish scaler. His enthusiasm is incredibly infectious and his rallying cry of “Come on lads- we crack on!!” as he elbows his way into yet another stack of beautiful Cornish cod or sardines, lifts the whole team. His fascinating viewpoint on life in general, adds much to the thought provoking philosophical discussions that take place round the filleting tables.

If he were a fish he would be: A Garfish – wiry and lightning fast.


Matt arrived as a driver ‘back along’, as we say down here. We gently lulled him into a false sense of security and then BAM!! We hit him with promotion. Finding himself suddenly occupying the dizzyingly powerful role of Operations Manager, he did what he always does – rolled up his sleeves and quickly set about moulding the factory, and the motley crew within it, into a hardworking model of sleek efficiency in his own image. Hailing from Helston, he knows all about fishing and makes sure that our quality never slips.

If he were a fish he would be: A Hake – proud to be Cornish with plenty of teeth.


If you’ve ever had the pleasure of talking to our Alison on the phone, you may get an inkling that she might just come from somewhere ‘over the Tamar’. However, since she settled in Cornwall several years ago, she has become a fierce champion of Cornish fish and all things local. In fact, I gather it’s a job to drag her out of her local at weekends! Her background in the aerospace industry means that ‘Attention to Detail’ is her mantra……. That and “Mine’s a pint, bonny lad!”

If she were a fish she would be: A Coley – hooked straight from the North Sea


When you watch a nature programme, it’s always heart-warming to follow the progress of a particular cub, or other, through the coming of age process out on the savannah. It feels a bit like that with Ben. A popular and hardworking member of the team for a long time, Benji has recently graduated to become part of the buying team on the market. After intense demonstration, instruction and encouragement, and with Paul and Rich acting as surrogate parent lions, he finally wrestled his first galloping wildebeest to the ground – or bought his first box of fish at Newlyn! Proud moments…

If he were a fish he would be: A Goldfish – 9 second memory.


A consummate gamer and quasi-Youtube celebrity by night, Luke recuperates during the day by removing the pinbones from literally “Millions” of fish, and counting (slowly). Fuelled exclusively by various processed meats and the music of Ariana Grande, he works his way methodically along each fillet, knowing that every bone he removes brings him closer to affording his dream moped. When that happens, the world will be his actual lobster, man.

If he were a fish he would be: Caught ….. and then thrown back ….. and then caught again.


If you crossed Zak Dingle with Axel Rose, stirred in a bit of Catweazle and sprinkled liberally with northern grit, you might come close to cloning Steve. A true renaissance man, his deep knowledge on a bewildering range of topics is truly impressive. A question on falconry? Ask Steve. The War of the Roses? Ask Steve. How to keep a caravan anchored during a storm? Ask Steve. Thankfully, he doesn’t mind in the slightest passing on these nuggets of wisdom, in an attempt to broaden some of his younger colleagues’ horizons.

If he were a fish he would be: A Grey Mullet – a bit muddy for some tastes.


If you accept the premise that good cookery is an art form, then chefs are the painters or musicians of their chosen medium. If the chef of a large Michelin Star restaurant is like the conductor of an orchestra, controlling the tempo of the piece and bringing in the strings or woodwind section at exactly the right moment, then making beans on toast for yourself is the culinary equivalent of singing in the shower. Chef Adam is like a classically trained singer/songwriter in the Gary Barlow mould, capable of rocking Stadium Tours with all the glitz and make-up, but equally fab in an intimate unplugged session. His amazing body of work contains all the favourites we know and love, so when the crowd are chanting “LOB-STER BEESK! LOB-STER BEESK!” Adam sighs, tunes up his trusty blender, runs a hand through his hair and wanders out into the spotlights and the noise….

If he were a fish he would be: A Mussel


A cheeky smile, a wink, a throaty chuckle, a deep “Hallo maaate” and that’s it – you’ve been Talacka-ed. Our very own Lithuanian bantagonist has drawn you in to his web of bantz, wherein reside such gems as –“Where am I from?” “Lithuania” “NO! Lith-YOU- ania!” Classic! Saulius tends to tickle our funny bones on a daily basis, which helps if you spend as much time in the freezer as he does. “Laughter warms you up.” I told him. “NO! it warms YOU up” he countered. Classic!

If he were a fish he would be: A Clownfish, obviously.


Standing at a smidgeon under 6’10”, Lauren tends to float above most of the early morning activity at FFT. Pre 9.00, she will reply to any question with an irritable unfocused glance that seems to say “Why are you bothering me, short person? I am obviously still reaping all the benefits of sleep, whilst giving the appearance of being awake.” At 9.00 however, a switch in her brain is thrown and speech flows from her in machine-gun bursts. Drivers, casually washing their vans, sense the electricity in the air and scrub twice as fast, casting nervous glances toward the office. They sense “The Quickening”. Science has been unable to account for this phenomenon yet ….. although it might have something to do with the 5 sugars (count them) in her tea….

If she were a fish she would be: A Piranha


‘Hockers’ used to work on farms. Not fish farms, no, these were your salt-of-the-Earth, mud up to your armpits, turnips-and-tractor establishments – the glue that binds Cornwall together. He was one of the granite army of Cornishmen who eschew the flashy jobs, like mining, fishing and selling ice cream, and get on with the real hard graft. Truth be told, he can still be a little agricultural in his methods – I seem to recall he ripped the side door off one of the vans once – but he can work until the cows come home…… at which point he knocks off and stands gazing into the distance chewing on a piece of grass.

If he were a fish he would be: A Dogfish


A true disciple of rave culture, Jamez will occasionally pack his glowsticks and puffa jacket and drop out for a weekend of hardcore post-industrial trance action, in a warehouse in, say, Rotterdam with thousands of like-minded souls. Fortunately, he is always back on Monday morning ready for a hard week criss-crossing the lanes of Cornwall delivering our finest fresh fish. Other than a little residual deafness - hand signals only till about Wednesday - he never seems too worse for wear.

If he were a fish he would be: An Undulate Ray – capable of cutting classic shapes


It was a red letter day at FFT when Stuart bounced into our lives. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts at finding someone to ride shotgun for Chef Adam, Stuart rocked up and the culinary equivalent of Bodie and Doyle squealed into cookery action, in their metaphorical Ford Capri Ghia. Chef brings the moody world weariness of ex SAS hard man Lewis Collins, while Stuart is the epitome of a boyish Martin Shaw; all leather jacket, curly hair and a willingness to rip up the rule / recipe book. All set to one of the best TV theme tunes ever written – cookery gold!

If he were a fish he would be: A Starfish


This is Lindsey’s first office job since she left college and we are acutely aware that we are setting the benchmark, against which she will measure any future employers. Not that we want to get rid of her just yet. She has proved herself to be punctual, efficient, organised and industrious. She does, however, lack one of the most basic of all office-based skills – tea making! Do they not teach this in colleges any more? Not only is her mechanical knowledge of the operation sketchy at best, but she seems impervious to any hints that some of her older and more experienced colleagues, might be absolutely gasping for a brew. A subtle “Go on Lindsey, Stick the kettle on and make a cuppa, will you?” is met with a quizzical half smile, as if you were speaking German or Mandarin. I blame the parents….

If she were a fish she would be: A Blonde Ray (of sunshine)


I read once, that Portuguese footballers judge the value of a goal not by it’s importance in a game, or it’s statistical effect, but by it’s beauty. Their fellow countryman, Valter, feels the same about the fantastic fillets that he produces. In much the same way that the fifth goal in a 7-0 rout of Rotherham might be a “better” goal than an 89th minute winner against Arsenal in the FA Cup final, it’s equally important to attain a gorgeous fillet for Mrs Goggins of Swaffham, as it is to produce aesthetically pleasing fish for a Michelin star chef. Life, art, beauty, football, love – a great philosophy.

If he were a fish he would be: Drizzled in olive oil and roasted with peppers garlic and tomatoes. Muito Saboroso!


Before joining us, Simon used to deliver for a bakery. In swapping delivering bread for delivering fish, we think he’s made a smart move. No longer does he have to drive round Cornwall with the cloying smell of freshly baked bread permeating his cab. Now he has the benefit of the clean fragrance of frighteningly fresh fish and seafood, constantly wafting round him. Now where have I heard something like that before? Loaves… Fishes… Feeding 5,000…

If he were a fish he would be: A Hermit Crab.


In the same way that some bands might perform an unexpected 3rd encore at the end of a gig, delighting their fans with a definitive version of a classic song, Liam has returned from the wilderness and is now showing us that he can roll back the years and be just as good as he used to be. He might be more Nicki Minaj than Led Zeppelin but hey; each to their own.

If he were a fish he would be: A Dab – half fish, half dance move.


Rochelle arrived with a fearsome reputation. Being Matt’s (immeasurably) better half, the logic was that anyone who could keep our Matthew in line, must be “quite forceful”. All of which, only goes to show that you should never pre-judge people. It turns out she is quite lovely and has slotted seamlessly into Chef Adam’s Kitchen team. The music choices in there have certainly improved since she arrived….

If she were a fish she would be: A Mackerel - iridescent


Like a Mento’s mint dropped into a glass of cola, Natalie started to cause a froth and a commotion as soon as she arrived at FFT. Not only was her infectious enthusiasm for anything fishy extremely catching, and her energy levels, variously channelled into coastal angling, social media and foodie-ism, incredibly high, but on a more practical level, having to physically squeeze her desk into our small-ish office caused much consternation. It is a measure of her charm though, that Richard, not a great lover of “change” in any form, has crammed himself into his new spot with barely a grumble. Luckily for Nat, she spends most of her time out of earshot, on the open highway visiting our local chefs, laughing at their incredibly funny jokes, lending a sympathetic ear to their (very occasional) moans and making sure that they are getting the freshest fish, and the finest service, in Cornwall. Easy life.

If she were a fish she would be: A Tiger Pistol Shrimp