About once every couple of months we get together for lunch, Bruce Welch, myself and Mick. I really look forward to the experience and tend to listen rather than speak, which is slightly unusual for me. After Bruce and I have put our latest ailments to the sword the rest of the afternoon is always about guitars.
Guitarists love guitars. Every guitar has a story and now even the ongoing sagas of my “stage strats” have happy endings since Mick has got to grips with them. He usually has one of my guitars knocking around with a bent neck or a limp wang-bar needing TLC. He loves a challenge and try as I might, unintentionally, he has never been beaten.
With the deepest respect my friend, long may you continue.