Welcome to the mystical, slightly madcap world of Dragondreams, a socially inept, neurodivergent, sixty-something child with far too many toys. Personal pronouns: he, him, his, or Your Loud Deepness.

Primarily a four-string furniture worrier and tootlesmith but I've also been known to dabble with guitar and keyboards. I take my inspiration from the scent of the memories of what the dreams of feelings taste like.

What others say: "Listening to his music is like having your ears knorpulated with blancmange during a trombone harvest..." (name withheld as a condition of bail)

"We pray for power cuts..." (next door neighbour)

"He ought to be geotagged..." (his family)

"You again?!..." (Head of HR, Castle Dragondreams)

"Voted classmate most likely to be tasered and appear on local news..." (his former teachers)