Mortified by the untimely death in 1995 of his creator, the late Vivian Stanshall, Old Scrotum had finally retired from his time at the great house of Rawlinson End and had taken to spending hours in 'The Fool and Bladder' on the banks of the River Riddle all alone except for the attentions of Seth and Rosie Onetooth, the landlords. It was here one day that ‘t Bungling Baron Waste o’ Space, on his way back oop Nawrth from securing “A nice little sub contract earrnerr from ‘t boogers in Idlewaterr”, stopped for directions after getting horribly lost on the road between Concreton and W@nkers Grunge. In a rare exhibition of compassion, learning of Scrotum’s fear of being pursued incessantly by Plunch, Sir Henry’s giant diplodocus, he offered Scrotum a job “ferr ‘t rest of tha’ days” as his retainer in “‘t Big House above ‘t werrks”.
And so Old Scrotum moved his ancient frame to the land of clog dancing, rain and aircraft that never flew and now spends his sunset years looking after the Baron and his flatulent whippet, Boogerroff, in ‘t Big House.
But when the wind blows and the moon is out, he still remembers his days down South at Rawlinson End.......