Moz's pad is the sort of place you'd only take your parents to if you never wanted to see them again. A crap encrusted hole, this is nevertheless Moz's home, a small time dope dealer who's either got chronic agoraphobia or is too stoned to get up. Mouse-faced psychos and wasted childminders are but a few of those passing through Moz's world, but for those well outside the social loop he provides a haven. A dark, sad, slovenly and funny showcase for the great Johnny Vegas.