At college - in the Jurassic - I was a hairy child of the 60's but then spent years in suit, collar and tie pretending to be "normal" in order to eat. Like a bird in a cage I was always banging at the bars. Now retired, I've regressed or returned to sanity. I play the blues - cos I've had the blues - and hang around with old muso's, follow decent music where I can and am generally disreputable. Judge a book by the cover? I reckon I'm gentle, kind and good but my pages are all yellowed and torn and the cover is starting to fall apart.