Slow forward to present day, the kids found that guitar from 1st verse  and got it out of the case. “Teach us how to play Dad !?” Dad’s forgotten most of it, but a strum sounds pretty good for a while, provided I can remember how to tune the thing. Twannggg – a busted string [...]

My mother played the piano, my father whistled when he was happy. When I was a lad I learnt to play the trumpet for a while – badly. I think I chose it as the lesser of two evils, the other option being the piano.  In those days you did as you were told. I must have fancied myself [...]