Yup, join the club.

Fortunately when I was in college in Bournemouth, but not for too long as they dispensed with my services since I didn't turn up for two weeks straight as playing guitar in a rock band every night in the clubs rather precluded an early(ish) start; however, it was a time when most smoked and proper straight-thrus too. The dining room and lounge ash trays of my digs generally provided enough generous dog-ends to be recycled into thinnish but fully operational rollies. When needs must.

Mustabeen about '64 or '65. . . . . .yes indeed, girlies in PVC macs, exceeding short skirts and bouffant hairdos, hmmmmmmm, happy days. . . . . . . Except that the for the twisted engineer who designed the dispensing machines in the gents bogs that made a well known and very characteristic noise somewhat like, but louder than someone loading a 25pdr and slamming the breech shut.

I had a Ford E93W 10cwt van and we could just get all four in it, provided the lead axeman laid along the cabs and the tiny drummer sat on the bassists lap, who incidentally was an Iraqi called Nebil al Shawaf.

'Course it was my own fault as I built the cabs and our lead man had a huge 4 x 12 well before Jim Marshall ever thought of it and I did a monster 18" reflex for bass; the amps were crap though being Hi-Fi designs until I learnt that instrument amps are crude and particularly voiced - the music shop man left a copy of a Fender Tremolux circuit on the counter and went out the back, I sketched it in 45 secs and never looked back.

Where was I. . . . . . . .Oh yes, I wish you wouldn't side-track me so.Bugger
Done the piccie but I need to install something on this new confuser as it doesn't recognise my camera card reader, bear with me, it may have to be tomorrow.

R.