‘T was in another lifetime, one of toil and blood. I’m sure you’ve been to similar dinner parties. The lady to my right had become quickly acquainted with Monsieur Merlot and employed repetition (if not hesitation and deviation) as she prodded me in the chest. The gist of her message was the claim that she could acquire any guitar for me at cost price through her extensive connections. I must have mentioned a Guild F50,
