A young Stanley Claret was watching late night tele. An adult oriented store had an advert that proclaimed "Whopping Big Naughty". 'Good name for a band', he thought, and celebrated with a glass of wine.
He woke up in Sydney with a hangover, a guitar, and an album. 'This is pretty good', he thought. "Watch this", he said. The old Sando was never the same. He celebrated with a glass of wine.
He woke up with a hangover, a guitar, and a band. "We like rock 'n' roll", said Dereck. "So do we", said Dave. "Well let's fukkin play some, then", said Stan. To our delight gathering storm clouds gave berth to thunderous claps of lightening and from out of the heart of the storm, walked Imogen, in her arms she held the young baby Jesus. Jesus then said upon to us "Yous dudes look like ya could do with a violin about now" and with that, Jesus skulled some Claret from his 4l stash and with the sound of wood breaking and bleeding into one another fell to the dust the most spiritually wine blessed violin ever before seen upon the earth. All that was left to do, was to head to the pub.
