mostly david ephgrave

Every sticker on my guitar case tells a story.  (Graph paper for scale) Each one ignites a small memory in my head. Some are significant, others less so. It’s like an old-style suitcase plastered with labels recalling glamorous holiday destinations, but on a budget level; most of the events they recall took place in the North Hertfordshire. I often catch people reading them on the tube. They probably wonder what they mean. Either that, or they’re drawn in by shapes and colours. Whatever the motive, the time has come to set the record straight. Jazzy Dave. This chap's only purpose is to remind me of my name. His outfit suggests he’s been on my case (non-aggressively) since the early-90s. In a way I feel sorry for him: not only does all his hair sprout from a point mid-cranium, he hasn’t got a nose or ears. His glasses are held on by will alone. Still. He looks happy about it. Music Zombie. My friend Ash us...