
So, did you read my about page and wonder what the missing years would be about, did you think I had been a bad boy and didn't want to share those years with my grandchildren.
Well, spot on ! They happened and yes I thought it was OK at the time. I'm not proud of anything that happened during that time, especially the wasted years hanging about Soho. I have a conscience, how many can say that. Churchill thought it was a " most important thing. "
One thing has not troubled me from those times though. The skiving off to watch top R&B and blues bands practicing for the next gig. Oh boy ! what a time the sixties was.
I've brought this love of music into my blog, so you had better enjoy it. I went through a lot to get here.
Sitting here now in a beautiful stone house on the northern coast of Crete, a lovely wife, two great children and three fab grandchildren, very few money worries ( I've just mentioned five of them ) and loads of very good friends. Jeez ! fifteen years here and still can't speak the bloody language. Keep trying Tel.