What the ruddy blinking flip’s going on?

Deep in the heart of the lovely English countryside lies the small town of Cronkleton. On the outskirts of this delightful if slightly unusual hamlet sits the mysterious Grymoire Observatory; an historic, eldritch and crumbling pile surrounded on all sides by rambling gardens and peculiar haunted woods. The Observatory is home to Mark Shillaker and Adam Scott, two eccentric gentlemen with a taste for antiquities, obscure occult rites, disturbing nick-nacks and light refreshments. Amongst the windy eves, creaking floors and rank gutters they reside with their faithful groundsman Mr Chives; Mrs O’Flaherty, the terrifying Irish housekeeper and Bellows the dog. Life trundles oddly but reliably by in the numerous spidery nooks and musty alcoves that litter the ancient heap but the two friends have a mission. A mission to warn against the dire jiggery-pokery that ensues from dark doings; a mission to deliver cake and biscuits at low to medium velocities into unsuspecting audiences; a mission to sing and hold forth generally about the eccentric denizens of Cronkleton and anything else they might happen to feel strongly about. To accomplish this mission they employ, amongst other curiosities, ukuleles, hammond organs, hats, garden gnomes, haunted tea trolleys and comic verse and often indulge in the most heartfelt singing. Dear reader, pray follow!