Sensible Jones was born in a moment of Pandemonium and Confusion. Ejected into the world behind a Bus Station when no-one was looking. From these humble beginnings he struggled to come to terms with the given Realities of the World and decided at an early stage in life that they weren't for him. He grew up knowing that he was somehow different, well....very different then, from those around him and that he would never succumb to mainstream acceptance. His formative years were spent licking the London Sewers clean for nothing more than a bed at night and an early morning cigarette. He soon progressed up that Ladder, out the Manhole and onto the Dirty Streets of old London Town. Since then, he has hauled himself up by the Bootstraps and now only has to stand on Tip-toes to see over the Kerb. It was only after never having been discovered that he decided to pursue a Blog in Comedy as it seemed far easier than actually doing something for a living. He now resides in a Stormdrain, just West of Trafalgar Square, with company being provided by a Teatray, an old Coffee Mug and a Dead Badger. On Sundays he's oft to be seen taunting the Pigeons with breadcrumbs tied to Fishing Line, that he pulls away at the last moment, and abusing Japanese Tourists. 'For his sins' he used to be a DJ.