I was (briefly) reunited with my old beloved recently. I bought this guitar about 20 years ago - it was my second ever guitar. I replaced the pickups when I was about 15 (god awful soldering job) and sanded all the minty coloured paint off the body when I was 16. I played it until I got a very pointy black guitar at aged 18 which was more in keeping with my metalish leanings of those halcyon days.
For the last 15 years it has sat in a case at my mum's. She's moving to a smaller place now and couldn't store the guitar any longer so I brought it back to London, fixed up the horrible soldering of my younger self and generally gave it a bit of a fettle before giving it to some eager young monsters of rock - the offspring of our receptionist at my workplace. Had to play it a bit before handing it over though. It's actually a pretty decent guitar. *sniff*
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