A foot high spinning carnival ride made from mecanno, its vertical stalk stuck with climbing plastic gorillas, their slightly smeared colouring communicating their opportunistic purchase in the local supermarket pivoted up from between a row of model shops and a zoo inhabited by plastic dinosaurs . When turned at high velocity by the drill motor at its base, crooked arms would jolt up and throw a set of plastic planes, of even lesser quality than the gorillas, almost horizontal in wild formation above a forest made from plastic christmas lights set to flash or stun mode. The completeness of this world has languished in its details over time. I only have glimpses of it and its wildness and casual but serious construction and a man whose face is turned away from the camera in the only picture I have of him.