The history and origins of the Grymoire are indeed shrouded in mystery and shadow but it seems certain that the legendary occultist and pipe smoker Leslie "Collywobbles" Grymme-Harbinger (left) had his sorcerous hand in things to no small degree. Founder of the impenetrable and archane occult sect "The Anxious Children of Dennis", Grymme Harbinger had long envisioned a way of opening a portal to higher worlds and preserving the resulting ancient and forbiden knowledge by disguising it as a humourous musical double act. He spent many long hours in his so called 'Grymoire Observatory', eldritch lights flickering around him and strange maniacal laughter echoing through the halls, attempting to invoke just such an entity. Sadly, before he could realise his dream he was killed in a freak jam making accident and the observatory, containing all his notes, slightly disturbing nick-nacks and extensive esoteric library was sealed, apparantly for ever, behind a powerful psychic force field by his loyal and badly dressed disciples. It was many years later when one Adam Scott (right), musician, antiquarian, necromancer, and amateur exorcist chanced upon a decaying manuscript on a fly-blown stall in the souk Al Hamidiyya in Damascus - immediately recognising the eratic, fevered hand of Grymme-Harbinger he dispatched an excited telegram to his old friend and table tennis rival Mark Shillaker (bottom left) informing him of this hugely significant find. Shillaker a ukulele master, theosophist and disgraced former clergyman at once grasped the significance of the discovery and hastened to meet with Scott at a secret location in England. Within days the two friends had located the legendary Grymoire Observatory and began the work of rekindling its founder's dream. Today, using the power of strong tea, velvet trousers, songwriting prowess and humourous banter, along with more traditional occult practices Messrs Shillaker and Scott inhabit that strange rambling pile and guard its weird portal. Live gargoyles guard the gates and powerful, ancient forces manifest unquiet spirits in the dusty hallways and libraries and peculiar smells linger in the cellars, although to be fair that could just be Mr Chives the gardener...and so our two heroes travel the land to sing their curious plangent songs and warn one and all against the jiggery-pokery that relates to dark doings!

All hail The Grymoire!