[Wynonie Harris]

Sitting on the deck, early evening, March or April, 1967...a mate of mine comes rushing up and says: "I'm just about to go on a coach trip to Blackpool to see the Walker Brothers, Cat Stevens, oh and that new bloke who plays guitar with his teeth...Jimi Hendrix. Someone's jibbed out so there's a spare ticket...it's ten bob for the concert and coach...do you want to come?" Look in my pocket, discover I've only got three bob and say: "nah, I won't bother."...and regretted it ever since!