I told them, that I had asked numerous people along the way, but the replies were always the same, Huh!! No Anglais!!  So thank you very much indeed, for your help.  We all got on the right train, and this time, I found a seat, and a place for my cases. Services came, and I ate and drank. But onwards the journey went.

All this time, I could not get Marino and Joel out of my mind, and how they stitched me up. I knew they were not going to phone me at all.  I finally got home on the 23rd December. The 24th of December I didn’t see at all. I slept 24hrs after eating and drinking.

Finally surfacing on Christmas day, feeling absolutely terrible, and depressed.  Though it was so great to be home with the family.  And my thoughts were correct.  Marino nor Joel, phoned….  I had been set up.

It was this particular Project  that almost made me lose the will to carry on.  I didn’t just take time out, I was almost burnt out.  But…after convalescence, things began to heal,  I got up,  brushed myself down, and carried on regardless……to the sounds of Music…………………

But in the 1960’s things began to change in the Music Industry of Great Britain, and this had a serious knock-on effect for many ‘many .. Talented Musician’s, Bands, and Groups, with their new material + different styles of music…  And the Public were to lose’ the freedom of their OWN choice’  in promoting the Acts’ that they truly love’ and support.  The Public love to intermingle with players individually, personally, at the Gigs.