My hubbie is a budding guitar hero(that’s with a real electric guitar, not a computer game, pah!). He is a regular of this funny little shop in Whitehall, stuck firmly in the seventies. The best thing about the place, aside from: Marshall amps, Fender guitars, PA hire from a tenner a night, part exchange and repairs… …is the eccentric rocker that runs the joint. He’s helpful to the last and will replace strings for free. He even made a very successful minor repair to our gee-tar in exchange for a Kit Kat Chunky. Now that’s what I call good business.