So having read about Clapton's good works out in the Caribbean, I'm thinking this is a good way to get some cash flowing into the old VG coffers. As I understand it, he flogs a guitar and then stuffs the dosh into this Crossroads programme and Bob's your uncle - there's a load of Yanks with noses full of chemicals paying top dollar to be cleaned up. Neat, eh?
I had a go at getting rid of one of my treasured axes - Sooty. I went on that eBay place and went through all the yada yada. And then blow me, I discover that no-one wants a 1965 Watkins Rapier with a custom day glo finish! I didn't get a single bid. Bunch of saddos. You wouldn't credit it, would you?
So, a bit of rethink is required as I can only manage a small centre in my mum's beach hut near Clacton. It occurs that all this new-age, touchy feelie nonsense gets the old tree-huggers going. Now they're not short of a bob or two normally, what with the 4x4s in NW3 and the Guardian Reader's Offer of 12 bottles of organic plonk from some horny-handed fils of the French soil, so I reckon that's my target market. There's a chick of my acquaintance out Surrey way who does a bit of that malarky. Maybe she'll pitch in for few bottles of the old Argentinian chardonnay - who knows?
I think I'll call it T-Junction - that's pretty original innit?
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