'If I were a medical man, I would call it a full blown case of retro-itis,

an affliction of the boogie disease and second degree rocking pneumonia'

But I'm not, and to me, it is no more than nostalgia for a time yet to come.

There is no denying that there is something of the past in my illustration;

A love of what the archaeologists of the future would no doubt term

'Mid Twentieth Century Design'.

A chronic desire to go through each and every junk shop,

not resting until I have laid hands upon a scored and scratched 7'' of shiny vinyl,

or torn and dog eared, that 'weekend' or 'club' magazine that completes the set.

A schooling in the old school - of pens and nibs, and ink and pulpy paper.

Call it mod, call it Carnaby kitch, call it scratchy, call it what you will,

but whatever it is - I done got it bad and I don't want to be cured...

and I hope as you look at this site, the infection will spread to you, gentle viewer,

as you glimpse a little into the electric ecletic world of Lord Dunsby.