Having endured a life of depravity, debauchery and other things beginning with D, Johnny now lives quietly in the countryside with only his deranged aunt, Magdalena, as company. He spends his days in darkened rooms nursing his grievances, biding his time, making his plans.
Who knows what foul secrets he keeps locked away in his black heart?
All we do know is that once a year he emerges, like some ghastly apparition, to co-write and perform with The Land Of Nod before, once again, slipping away into the Stygian gloom from whence he came.
Silly arse.