Whilst in sixth form, a few of us lads decided that games on a Wednesday afternoon were a little tedious. So, inventive as only teenagers can be, we formed a band. This permitted us to forgo getting muddy by tripping over a ball in a field, and instead 'rehearse' (I use the term loosely) in a derelict school outhouse. Why am I telling you this? Well, one of these lads was already a bass player, another owned a drum kit, while yet another would look very good as a front man - that left a guitarist's position for the taking. So, I bought a guitar... and I have never looked back since! I spent the next ten years of my life touring Europe with a band called "Who's Rachel?" We wrote original material, played extensively in all manner of venues and generally had a jolly good time.
