Mr. Lonely juiced in it

A nothing strum for Guitarkind, but a major gig for *this* ageing plunker.

Down by the marina entrance is the 'Bucket of Beer' bar where the resident band is a British combo of off-duty jolly jack tars.

There's only four of them and about 10 guitars *and* they trot out Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone" on a regular basis.

All my life I've wanted to stand on stage with a decent electrified axe and pump out those jangly bridges that come just:

Before the bit about Mr Lonely going to the finest schools

After the singer asks "Do you want to make a de-eal ?"

And the BIG ONE - the one any lead picker worth the cucumber down his jeans milks for all its worth - where

"He took from you everything he could ste-a-al ..."

Jingle jangle twangg  ...

"How does it feeel?"

Well, I managed it tonight and it felt good.

Every guitarist and Dylan fan will know my euphoria.