Being able to look back on periods of not having a clue, and plodding along till you do is a great feeling. But of course... I am not doing this for the already sore fingers or to destroy the eardrums of unsuspecting neighbours. I actually want to be able to play.
The push over the line to buy the guitar and get cracking was a combination of last weekend in Paris, some live music at The Half Moon in Putney and a rumbling that has never quite quietened.
We'll see... Exciting times.