The year was 2013, deep in the darkest corner of the wilderness that they call the North West of England, there once roamed a wild, bearded beast.

He had been shunned by all those around him, driven out of the village by the townsfolk because of his rugged looks and dynamite facial hair. Forced to live in the caves, his only comforts were a tattoo gun and an old copy of razzle, both left to him by a passing chimpanzee by the name of Simon (funny name for a chimpanzee, we know!)He wore a top hat and left shrouded in pipe smoke. 

The seasons came and went, the leaves fell from the trees and the women folk stopped wearing bikinis (not because of the beast - it's just a bit nippy up North). One particularly frosty morning in November a strapping, well groomed carpenter was out on the morning search for logs. A howling wind blew through the forest bringing ice and snow, blinded by the storm he started his search for sanctuary. Stumbling unknown upon the beast's lair he entered to escape the plummeting temperatures.

'Who dares interrupt my slumber!' roared the wild beast

'I am but a humble man sheltering from the winds' called back the carpenter as he strained his eyes in the darkness.

A deathly silence followed ... 'Do you like razzle and tattoos?' questioned the beast.

The carpenter was shocked ... after carpentry these were his two favourite past times.

By the crackling fires glow an unusual friendship was forged between man and beast ..... and MISUNDERWOOD was born.