BACKGROUND:
A little bit Elephant and Castle, apples and pears, my old mans a dustman, want to buy a used motor? belies his roots as an hereditory Lord, the XIII Earl of  Abbey Hulton (lummy gov'nor would you Adam n' Eve it?). Times have been hard in latter years for the toffs of this country and Sid had to pawn the family silver to pay off his debts on the horses or face a right old knee-capping, or worse, from the bookees. Unfortunately, the old family siver weren't worth wot it used to and he had to go into hiding in the old East End,  surviving by wheeling and dealing in this and that, a bit of the other and hows yer father. Over time he gained the confidence of the pearly kings and queens down the old Kent Road who taught him how to skank good and proper like and no mistake. Trading in his old cortina, which was a tidy little number, he bought his first trombone from an old Jamaican bloke down the pub who showed him the rudiments of SKA. The boy was a natural, but being ever the gentleman will always shake you by the hand first.