He has it still, and he plays it, and for two years my son sat in a pew on a Sunday morning about nine times out of ten and watched a fifty-six-year-old heating engineer play his guitar through a small amplifier on the left-hand side of a platform.

I asked him once, in the car, in about the March of 2024, whether that was hard.

And he said: “A bit at the start.”

And then he said: “He’s got the action set up all wrong, though.”

Which is the most thirteen-year-old sentence ever constructed, and which I laughed at for about a mile.

There is one more thing.

In the September of 2025 Mr.