Nottingham Rock City (I think) wherein a short cultivation of relations with Clive Gregson resulted in us being invited backstage after the show. Christine Collister was watching a horror movie on TV, and RT was kind, polite, a little shy (or reserved) and dealt very diplomatically with a gentleman who seemed very insistent that he could service his guitars for him. It wasn't a great meeting of minds to be fair - I was so awestruck I'm not sure which of us stammered the most, but he was a very solicitous host. In the end, in the immortal words of the NotW, we made our excuses and left.
Ha - excellent! So, do you still think you could service his guitars for him, then?
