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THE STRANGEST THINGS...

Woke early this morning and as I laid in bed hoping to fall asleep again, my mind drifted back in time to when I was in my early teens living in a council house on Eastmoor Estate with my mother and father. The guitar had entered my life in pre-teen times but I'd really only just begun to get to grips with it.


The walls of my small bedroom, which I shared with my brother Ian, were covered with photographs of pop musicians that I'd cut out of various magazines. I'd started by pinning up images of Duane Eddy with his Gretsch 6120 guitar. Then Duane's pictures were joined by photographs of Hank Marvin with his Fiesta Red Fender Stratocaster and other musicians...just as long as they held a gleaming electric guitar in their hands. Then the girls arrived, on my bedroom wal