You wouldn’t think it to look at me but I was supposed to meet Jimi Hendrix once. I know. Me, huh? Overweight, grey and wearing the finest ASDA has on offer, in the company of rock and roll royalty. Hard to imagine, but it’s true. I was a journalist for Melody Maker, back in the late sixties. I’d hung out with Clapton, Lennon – right awkward, that one, he was a right... Read More![]()
