On the table, a tightly-rolled ball of yarn trails its loose end towards a chipped red china coffee mug. The mug is half-full with milky coffee long-since gone cold, in fact it has been standing several days, and a thick film has developed on the surface. Listen Now. This gate opens onto a formal garden, replete with box hedges, Grecian urns, and the distant sounds of:Monks - Higgle-Dy Piggle-DyMaxayn - FunAsa-Chang & Junray - HanaSlapp Happy - Riding TigersSlapp Happy - Some Questions About HatsHalf Man Half Biscuit - Mileage ChartWhy not waft the sickening tang of your thoughtless comments to [email protected]. Twenty minutes. No refunds.