We at Big Sausage Productions are a band of pioneering filmmakers, delving into the very depths of comedy and resurfacing with pearls of hilarity.

Flint Angel is our flagship show. It houses within its quivering walls our very best nuggets of wisdom and entertainment. Spread across Her Majesty's England, from the dark recesses of the West Midlands to the crime-ridden streets of Harrow, we have come together from myriad backgrounds and via telecommunications and homing pigeons we create these episodes filled with love in the hope that you, our audience, laugh and enjoy them for their length.

And possibly, just possibly, someone out there with a large wallet and a charitable heart and hopefully a position high up at the BBC (or Channel 4, we're not picky) will take a liking to our comedy stylings and dip their well-manicured hand into their silk-lined pockets and help us produce Flint Angel - Paranormal Detective on a global stage. Well... we can dream, can't we?

Big Sausage Productions began in the early years of the new millenium. At its helm was the dashing and rogueish Rob Taylor-Hastings and the decrepid half-retarded fish man Rick Overton. With them was the poorly-shaved baboonesque gent Richard Perry, who could wield a camera like it was made of God's own silken handkerchief. Alongside him stood proudly the long-haired bearded fellow, Richard Smith, whose skillful and nimble fingers could create websites from the very ether that surrounded his godlike mind. Standing beside that man was a further man whose name rhymed with flames mester... yes, it was James Plester. To say he had an ear for music undermines his skill and talent. To say that his ears were a fleshy harpsichord on which nature's tunes could play is an apt way of describing his musical talents. Beside this man yet another man, his head in the shape of a potato and having the face of a smacked pineapple. His name was Ben Cave. It still is Ben Cave. It's Ben Cave. He was all right in the background.

Their first project was the inspired parody of the Power Rangers, The Power Peeps. Some say this project failed before it began. They were mostly correct. Others say it failed when most of the costumes were made from papier mache. Either way, it failed at some point, but the script still rests in a dusty draw in Rob's house and they are convinced that it will one day be a masterpiece.

This project was not the groundbreaking project on which their name was to be made. No, this was (as you know), to be Flint Angel. The concept of Flint Angel came to Rob's mind in the wee hours as he tried to get to sleep. He enjoyed the idea of eyepatches and fake moustaches and having invisible enemies so as to save on money. It made him chuckle to himself in his PJs and his duvet and he noted it down. It was the next day whilst on the train back to Coventry that he jotted some ideas down, drew some pictures and Flint began to formulate. It was later, when describing the project to Mr Rick Overton in a pub that the surname "Angel" came into being. It was Rick's observation of the Office Angels opposite the pub that spawned the idea and the rest, as they say, is history.

Dictated (but not read back) by Rob Taylor-Hastings