It’d had some hard times over the years, Grandpa sat on it on Christmas day ’64 but Dad duly glued and screwed it back into service. After which it made memorable appearances at grown-up parties where someone would invariably do a Val Doonican impersonation. I eventually rescued it from the cable-knit crew, stuck the Hofner pickup through the Garrard tape deck and joined in with the Sgt. Pepper album, untutored, untuned but well turned on. I still have it. It still sounds like gravel.