The group are called 'Ruth Means Pity and the Shat on Slates'. They have been going since Sunday and they are poor but that's the point. It is important to be poor now, they have learnt, and so they are cultivating the cack about them, and they are shedding all connections with an affluent past.
The other day Dave the drummer drove his Dad's Datsun off the drive into a ditch. He didn't fit much with the band then, so they sacked him; employed a little dole scrote from the street-side. At least, they thought he was. Subsequently transpired that he was just a lot like them, only his face he didn't wash so much. So they called him Scrub and said it was he who should do the talking; because it was he who looked the most like he had been working (or not working - they couldn't decide); because it was he who fit the image, even better now he was disagreeing with them about it.
'The thing about kidnap is...' they said, as they tried to bungle him into the back of the van.
