like an old football player who discovers a gaping hole in his life where The Game once was,Hector was lost without the regular fix that only industrial quantities of vinyl and some SL1210's can provide.Where once he travelled the world entertaining tens of clubbers with his mixing skills and cheese-based humour,Hector and his alter-egos have found solace in music,mashups and mathematics.After spending his millions on drugs,women,alcohol and gambling,and wasting the rest,he is now poor but happy,contented simply to sharing great music and terrible puns.