John Kites is the crazy inventor and incurable romantic of the Wood Food Poetry Village. All his life he has dreamed about building an aircraft in some form, but his success has been sparse. He spends most of his time sitting in his lab among scattered debris and half-built steam engines dreaming about the day, where he can leave the surface of the earth and fly to the moon.
On the pitch he naturally fills out the role of the TTM-volunteer.

John's favourite home-made poem:

<b>Ode to a Nightingale</b>
My heart aches and drowsy numbness pains
my inner sanctum - now I am in chains.
I want to lift myself up high above
the feeble earth, up to the humble dove.
I wanna fly,
up in the sky,
I wanna tell the world that everything's allright,
I wanna hold you, hold you tight
baby, let me show you the light.