One sunny day you were walking down Neasden High Street in a vain attempt to find some real excitement (not an easy task in a place like Neasden) when you were accosted by two men in suspender belts. “Excuse us” they said "but we have a mission for you. We’ve heard of this obscene mural — on behalf of the Hairy Tightmouse Board Of Censors, you are to go and paint over the naught bits". With that, they knocked you out. You awake in a cave.