" I was four or five and there was a little wooden toy [guitar] hanging in the window of a shop that sold mops and buckets and brooms around the corner from my house in Hardwick. Whenever we walked past it I’d be doing that thing that you see dogs on a lead do, where they just dig into the pavement and don’t move. My mother got so sick of it that she bought it for me. I painted it white and stuck on beer bottle tops to make it look like an electric guitar, and I carried that thing around everywhere. I couldn’t believe it when I discovered there were shops that sold real ones. "