I wrote a couple of days ago about how I came to “lose” my ‘Gibson Country & Western’ guitar (see sidebar pages). 
Well, I found a piccie of the pub outside of which I “lost it”. It sends a shiver down my spine to look at it. Inside this place on a Sunday evening convened – and still does – the Twickenham Folk Club, one of the oldest folk clubs in the country, and a fine one, too. I made some good friends there and enjoyed a few good gigs.
I must go back one day and see if there’s been any reports…
