The tales about managers and agents are legion and in a way rather wonderful. Benyon  often said he knew he was in the process of being ripped off but couldn't stop himself agreeing to do jobs that he knew he would never  be paid for. New magazines were just the same 'if you do cartoons in our first issue for free we will pay you double in the next issue'. Of course there was never another issue and the he was often being promised sixpence in the pound by the liquidator of some publication or another, which never appeared.

The guitarist went off this morning and I don't need to say the guitar burning never resulted in a half decent picture of a flaming fender against a backdrop of wild midnight surf. But he wasn't too badly burned, although the tattoo on his arm was partly blistered which pissed him off to a fair degree. But believe me it's an improvement. If he ever sobered up he would  realise that a man of his age looks ridiculous with an ugly blue coloured sexual act  on his forearm. It looked okay in the late 70's but the man has children, somewhere. The misdirected lighter fuel has probably done him a favour. Actually it was a retro rock'n'roll experience which has left me with a touch of elation. Erk Alors, alone again, c'est fabbo!