juvenile in front of her and declared, ‘oh my God,
don’t tell me you’re Mr Hatchard! From your
letter I thought you were fifty at least.’
Thinking about it now that’s a bit ironic as now
I actually am in my fifties I feel everything I write
reads as if it were written by a sixteen year old.
Please do not feel you have to agree too readily
with this as I’m very hormonal at present and
easily upset.
‘What if they ask you for a tune like ‘if you were
the only girl in the world? What the hell are you
going to do? Oh, no, this is impossible, you’re
going to have to fly home.’
I said I’d play it. ‘Go on, then’ she challenged, so
I sat down and played it. And spent the summer
sitting at a piano with even more drinks thrown
at me then at the Railway Tavern. It’s amazing
I wasn’t an alcoholic by the time I reached my
majority.
I’d hate to give the impression I have done nothing
else other then play in pubs. At the same time as
this I was in a folk rock band, touring the country
with no grander a mission than saving the world. I
took a degree in music and even did a postgrad in
“Bles