NEVILLE’S ADVOCATE You know the type: large, loud and Claretcheeked, with brightly coloured corduroy trousers, cream shirt (with green-and-red stripes), khaki check-tweed waistcoat and big brown brogues. (Apologies to anyone wearing that exact get-up while reading this…) Well, many years ago Jason Sidwell of this parish, our good friend Damo and I used to run ‘Guitar Breaks’ teaching weekends. We’d book a nice hotel somewhere in the English countryside, arrange lunches, evening meals and so on, and would get 20 or so paying guests who’d come to up their playing game a bit. Jason was the ‘professor’, Damo did the organising, and I was the guy in the middle who helped Jase, added my ha’porth here and there, and played rhythm guitar or bass for the class.
“Dave rushed in, breathless…
