One of the first musicians I met on my arrival at the Blue Posts in London as a young would be jazz guitarist was my hero Diz Disley. After sinking enough 'Dutch courage' to introduce myself, the great man replied "Nice to meet you, Dear Boy, could you lend me three pounds?"
My entire fortune was seven but I willingly parted with the dosh. It was never returned per se but I consider his friendship and the experience of playing with him on numerous occasions including ten concerts with Stephane Grapelly more gratifying than any financial recompense. The British jazz scene has once more lost a true character and fine guitarist.