In the great tradition of British end-of-the-pier pointlessness, Mr. Lobby Lud hales from the imaginary coastal resort of Regis-on-Sea. Although he aspires to play the tuba whilst riding the bicycle, Lobby Lud is more often seen clutching a ukulele and attempting to hide behind a screen of kazoos and a veneer of respectability. Nobody is fooled. Nowadays he is backed by a splendid bunch of chaps which Mr. Lud has modestly dubbed The Luddites.