"Just this old guitar, and an empty bottle of booze..."

Yesterday, frustratingly shortly before I had to set off for work, I took delivery of my new electro-acoustic guitar - a sturdy and sound bargain-buy Brunswick BTK60 looking like this:


... but it was no good so I've today arranged for a return and refund, and instead splashed out a little more (with thanks to Alan Mahon) on a lovely Ovation Applause looking like this:



... which, for future plugged-in performances will now have to replace my electronically-irreparable yet still supremely-lovely Tanglewood Odyssey looking like this:

... with which I get on better than my ambitious, hopeless attempts - as a bassist in a teenage band called Plectrum Heaven - to play a Rickenbacker copy looking like this:


... though when I win the Lottery, my first purchase shall be a real thing, Rickenbacker 12-string looking like this:




















... since when I play guitar, I like to imagine I'm sounding like this:















or even this:



















... though in actual fact not fantasy, I'm sadly sounding much more like this: