Much like Icarus, rising from obscurity and crashing back to earth in a fiery ball of Red Stripe fuelled carnage The DSB is the very essence of a modern day renaissance man... that said... he doesn't really care much for labelling, preferring instead to pluck nameless tins from the shelves of life, hoping they're not dog food and hungrily devouring the contents, pausing only to regurgitate the best bits for others to enjoy... Bring a bib... you'll need it...
