The funky 70’s had come back and met up with some dude called ’Rock’ and a hot chick called ’Ska’. On this mystical, winding journey through space and time, they all got a lil’ horny- and with ’little miss ska’ being a bit of a ho train- all 3 of ’em got it on.
Along came the morning, and ’little miss Ska’ was holding one of them white wee sticks with a blue bit. ’Mr. 70’s’ didn’t have a fucking clue what to think! However, ’Mr. Rock’ knew exactly what was going on- ’Little miss Ska’ was preggers with not one, not three... but SIX babies!
All three of them decided it was time to settle down in the year in which they found themselves. ’Mr. Rock’ and ’Mr. 70’s’ went halves on a mortgage for a 3 bed semi in the suburbs of southern Wales, and low and behold, 9 months later the babies were born.
Now ’Mr. Rock’ had stood way too close to way too many Marshall stacks over the years, and had quite literally blown the majority of his brains out with some serious "drop D" lovin’! ’Mr. 70’s’ was still on a serious acid trip from Woodstock and struggled to remember who he was. This left the naming of all six babies to ’little miss Ska’, who (god bless her) still had her heart set on Madness reforming, and took the responsibility of naming these fortunate nippers very lighlty. To the horror of the midwife, she decided to name them all a collective and see what happened. Thus the beginning of . . .
