It was 1967.  The days of the mini skirt and Vidal Sassoon hair cuts.  I had THIS very cut.
I was twenty one and prided myself on my fashion flair.  You know what they say about pride coming before a fall don’t you?  Hold that thought.
I can’t believe, now, that I actually wore my skirts so [...]

A little bit of background information, just to set the scene.
Back in the early to mid sixties, and before the mini-skirt hit the scene, some of the fashions were ridiculous. The skirts were just on the knee and so tight that you couldn’t walk properly.  In order to climb even the smallest step, you had [...]

Mo came across this photograph of me, that I haven’t seen for many years. You can enlarge it if you so wish – though why would you?
It sparked of a trip down memory lane. The photo is of me waiting for the train that would take me to London. As my guitar [...]