Some years ago I was entrusted with the guardianship of a magic artefact. A guitar. A good friend Kenners lent me his talisman on an open ended relaxed kinda lendy arrangement. A special guitar - the Louisiana voodo charm - the winning boys magic. A tool. Pure Fucking Rock. The best guitar player of our generation, one Paul Rose of Barnsley, who had had a previous intimate relationship with this exact guitar said of it: 'Fuck's sake Ewan, it fucking plays its self! Gis a bake I'm reet bolloxed.'
So I accepted trusteeship of the guitar knowing that it wielded enormous power to do good. In a world that needed its power so desperately. Where musical attrocities were being comitted on a daily basis, it fell to me to wield the power, fight the good fight, and save music for ever.

Imagine the weight of responsibility. Its like having the atom bomb at your disposal during the second world war. Or the One Ring. Its like being chosen as Arthus King of the Britons, and expected to unite the Land under Excalibur. Its like pocket aces with an ace to the board on the final table at the WSOP and Johnny Chan has just gone all-in. Its like being a Jedi Knight with a fully charged up lightsabre and all the mindtricks, down your local when some thug starts slapping his poor Doris, and you just sit there watching because you're not sure whats right and wrong, and is it any of your business, and...  If you dont live up to your potential right here and now, and do the right thing, this instant, then you know you're gona feel sick about it for the rest of your life, and history is going to judge you as ...
Anyways - I used the guitar a lot. I busted out some tasty licks. Lets face it - with this guitar even Val Doonican could shred like a mofo.  I even played on some big stages with it, and recorded a lot of the Reactor album with it... but... I didn't save the world. Yet. I just need more time. Come on !!!
This guitar is Narsil - the sword that was broken and reforged. You will respect its authoritaaaaa !!!