Just like 'it', Mark began in Africa. His love of the indiginous monkeys had a profound effect on his physique. Now, the length of his arms is only surpassed by that of his mixes, which are often so tedious that they even send their own creator to sleep. If a reliable supply of caffeine can be secured, or if Mark's sponsorship deal with Pro-Plus can be sorted out, the world will be there for The Wrong DJs' taking.

Craig is the son of a footballer, so all his skills are in his feet. Despite this, he realised he was a born DJ when, aged two, he farted in 4/4 time. It was several more years before he even heard a record, but that didn't stop him. Spinning flat stones and dried dog poo gave him the skills to become a Wrong DJ. It's often said his "mixing's shit, but he rocks", or maybe it just sounds like he's "mixing shit and rocks".