After a celebrated run in Manchester the production transfers to London.
“I’m Bobbie. As in Bobbie Dazzler, my Nan says, although I don’t know who that is. And this is my brother Hench. He’s got a face for radio”
Hench is 16, Bobbie is 13. They’re home alone in Feltham with their dog Taliban; playing PlayStation, streaming porn, watching the world go by.
Sometimes their mum Maggie visits, usually with empty pockets and empty promises.
Then Jenny shows up.
“She’s in our territory, bruv. She’s in our territory! She’s in our territory.”