As told by Issy, the Bad Boys were bad, but were also ugly, had no chances with women, basically a load of losers.
Issy and the band were into their third number and getting into their stride when the street door burst open and in ran the Bad Boys. The pub, the Brown Jug, was pretty rough and shabby, the customers were pretty rough too. But the beer was good, the customers liked the beer and they liked hearing and seeing Issy and the girls.
Three of the Bad Boys grabbed Issy and five of the customers grabbed the three boys and tried to change the colour of the three boys to black and blue all over. The other boys were picked up and thrown through the street door.
Issy and the band played on. The Bad Boys had a hate of Issy and the girls forever.
It was practice night in an old disused factory. Here for forty years women had sat at long tables and soldered detonators for 155 millimetre guns. Issy and the girls played their current repertoire, what they played at the gigs, twice.
And then the fun bit, some new numbers, that took a lot of time and experimentation. Mary and I had cooked a big chilli con carne on an old stove, which we ate with crusty bread and red wine.
They played Hound Dog just like Big Mama Thornton.
The main door burst open and in ran the Bad Boys, but we were prepared. We had a secret weapon. We each had a roll of duct tape. We all grabbed the leader of the Bad Boys and taped him stupid. We taped up two more boys, but the rest ran away.
We bundled the three taped up boys into the back of the old beat-up van the girls used to transport their instruments. Issy drove the van to the centre of the town and parked in a side street. We dragged each of boys into the town square. We waved at the observation cameras and drove away.