When at polytechnic in Portsmouth, (Hampshire England) I was able to buy from a friend of a friend a Framus Texan, due to a fine that needed paying next day or end up in gaol - never knew the owners name, but I was delighted to find my little hand fits around the neck.
The only other guitar I have been able to play easily was the very first guitar I owned. It was an odd thing like a small cello with long s or f shapes holes. It was killed by a man called Adrian Bell who claimed to be the fifth Spinner, and that he could mend it after an accident on the Underground in London. I said no but he went ahead anyway. Even the young me knew you don't mend guitars with Araldite two part epoxy.

So I remain faithful to my ol'guitar My ol'guitar, handiest friend I ever had by far - I wonder if that song is in the DT

Anne