It all began to happen 40 years ago when an old friend tried to sell me his accordion. I did fancy having a try at it, but resisted his attempts at salesmanship. He finally gave up, but said "take it home and have some fun with it'. I took it home and burned a bloody hole in the top mother of pearl casing with a careless cigarette---and HAD to buy the thing. Och--I fell in love with it; and had one more good reason for chucking the weed!