A previously unseen story unearthed during archiving.
In dan’s own words – I’ve never quite been sold on the good old tradition of the seaside donkey ride. I mean, what about the poor long suffering beasts? So when I was asked to visit Weston-Super-Mare to take pictures in celebration of this supposed funfest, I just couldn’t do it. And looking at the pictures now, I think the riders agreed – they all kind of look like they’re experiencing a case of pre-pubescent existential angst. What’s it all about? Why am I here? Is this all there is? Can I have another Cornetto? This mood of ennui seems to run through the whole set. I think that’s what makes them good, at least to cumudgeonly me anyway.