Frustrated Musician

Sometimes I had to practise in the front garden of our house in Murray Street, Salford, when Dad was sleeping off night duty - how frustrating was that!. This picture was taken in July 1951.

I have gathered together under the sub-menu on the left a selection of anecdotes explaining why I describe myself as a frustrated musician.

The stories date from as early as 1942 until I finally abandoned all hope of becoming a professional musician after I had joined the RAF in 1953.