Iwas sitting at home, torn between checking my overdraft or contacting the phone company to see if I'm still connected, when the contraption in the hall finally sprang into life. 'Twas an offer of employment that very evening at Park Lane’s Dorchester Hotel. I was to deputise for the guitarist in the Terrace Restaurant house band. Presumably, he’d been taken suddenly indisposed with a better offer. I dropped everything and whizzed off to the joy of a single
