Time upon a once...? Once upon a time, there was fresh young man who, well just said to himself one day, *%#@$ em all, up your's, up their's, and everyone else's as well, As you might have gathered he didn't have many friends, he just sat there in a cloud of smoke, mostly swearing a lot, and playing strange songs on his guitar. He played and he played and he played, for a very long time, Due to an fortunate birth defect he was quite gifted by way of having extra long fingers on each of his hands, and an extra finger on one of those fingers! A regular Edward Scissorhands. He was loved by the ladies for his dexreity. No that bit's bullshit,..back to the story. The Truth....I played since I was about eight, wasn't a natural guitarist, short fingers, stunk really but I played because I love to play guitar, and I've just never stopped playing my own stuff because thats what I liked.Twenty years later in a moment of blind stupidity I gently shaved the end off my left hand fingertip, thats the one most guitar players use an awful lot."I sat there as the thin layers of finger, nail and bone did a pack of cards impression and thought to myself, I dont think im going to play again somehow ", so I became a pretty good sound engineer instead. And round the world turned. Mish mash slinking home late hold in on though I think its too late. So away with the crap.Two mariages, two kid's, two guitars, nine and three quarter fingers, and I still got the kids. Its the music I am about, it links us to our past. Aint it crazy how life is.... Na not really. If the above makes no sense to you at all, I would like to apologise for writing and offending, no one, or anyone at all, in any way what so ever, at all. So before you send me letters .Tiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmeeeeeeee. Sup Doctor Bizarro, it hurt's here. Where? minum dachenfreud.