Andrew Samoyed used to be such a nice young man. Ask his oldest friends and they will no doubt tell you that if you were looking for someone to mind your amazon delivery whilst you were in Wales, or nurse the ailing rodent you just cycled over back to health, Samoyed would be your first port of call. And when he wasn't wearing lovely jumpers or impressing people's mothers, Samoyed was toying with his synthetic pianos and computer chips to create ambient heartbreakers so emotionally potent they could reduce your most unresponsive uncle to a snivelling mess.

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