Toaster oven sculpture with music may seem a career move long shot, but getting a little more mileage out of my long winded monologue, Casa de Fido and bringing closure to this epic failed fantasy are high stakes. With a creative endeavour of such high aspirations the chance that my synaptic pathways could intersect, throw my primary systems offline and leave me in some kind of dimensional distortion is an obvious risk but at this level, unavoidable.

Warning – Sorry, Germans can’t see this owing to my music copyright infringement.