Let me introduce my 'budget' TV crew - 'Cynthia Crabs', ex-toilet woman, now my nose-picking sound recordist. Found by moi working in the lavs at 'Picawilly Circpuss'.

She's 'OK' at her job when she's not hiding in the safety of the ladies bogs and needs a good kicking every once in a while to keep her concentration up. 

My cameraman, 'The Tramp' was rescued by moi while lying in a pile of sick under 'Wartaloo Bridge'.

He used to be 'Harrat's' Santa Claus, but got sacked for telling the kids that they wouldn't get anything in their stocking unless they helped him find where he kept 'the sausage'.

I bring to you stories from the inner most depths of polluted Londinian. Fresh from where the sex neons cast their warm and inviting light. Where the acid rain lifts the warm aroma of Tramp wee into the polluted, dark air.

Anyway, BASTARDS, welcome to Londinian's polluted parallel world. Take a look about. Meet the creepy residents, book tickets for our 2005 UK tour and maybe stick something in my box............if you fancy!!!
 

Londinian inhabitants include the most OUTRAGEOUS and PERVERSE characters you will ever find.

If you think comedy has gotten black recently, well, it’s about to get BLACKER, more DARK and more BLOODY.

Also, come join us when we inhabit the alcohol-ridden streets of EDINBURGH this coming August when that smelly, nasty old festival takes place.  

Our comedy-horror sketch show is destined to be the
nastiest, most twisted, most controversial show of the year!!!!