ConsI can't play the riff behind my head yet!
When I was tiny my hero was my grandfather, Billy, a diminutive Welshman with more than a spattering of black and Arabic blood. "I'm a product of Swansea port, fach," he used to tell me. Billy's twin passions were music and vegetable growing and his hero was that whippet-lean, guitar-toting Chuck...
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