I keep having a recurring dream that donkeys are in fact in possession of a new strain of higher consciousness which can only be extracted when the sun is in its zenith in a field beside any medium sized Tesco car park surrounded by large midgets doing the fandango in reverse whilst eating a microwave dinner cooked to absolute perfection. If i’m not hunting down the elusive car park i’m to be found making sounds or up till stupid o’clock watching sublimely weird and wonderful flicks.

music+art to br found here if interested:

www.myspace.com/garbhanmyles

videos coming soon.