Theyre not just bad theyre hopeless The story of a family of fearsome yet hapless gangsters with the Shidas touch (everything they touch turns to shit). Nestling in the quiet backwaters of the East End stands a street of large Georgian houses. They are home to doctors, lawyers and high flyers from the City, it is calm, its genteel, its respectable. All apart from number 69 with its Versace door knocker, its three Mercs parked on the pavement and the never ending stream of bulky men sporting facial scars and tarty women teetering on four inch heels. This is the home of the Tucker family, good Catholics who go to confession once a week, have strong family values, oh, and a house full of knocked off clobber, class As stashed in the water tank, counterfeit money in the attic and a couple of blonde Pekinese dogs sporting jewel encrusted Burberry collars. These are small time gangsters with big time attitudes. These are Plastic Gangsters. These are no ordinary Gangsters. These are bad gangsters. No matter what the Tuckers try, their inbred ineptness always manages to rear its unwelcome head and fuck up the deal. But, theyre rarely down-hearted for long. Theyll always be another scam and the next one will definitely be the one that will fire them into the big league. However, the Tuckers are now facing a new threat. Son and heir, Al Tucker, the brains of the family has fallen in love. Trouble is, Babe (aka Miranda when not with the Tuckers) is not one of yer own. Shes a good middle class girl committed to her teaching career and a high court judge for a father. Babe wants Al to leave home, she also wants him to go straight. The Tuckers are in turmoil. Will Al leave behind his family and all he knows for an honest nine to five? Or will Babe have to learn to love the life of the gangsters moll to keep her Al? What ensues is a tug of war between the two star-crossed lovers families with the London gangster community pitching in. Will Al and Babes lives will never be the same again?