Oh no, don't get me going on The Marquee....or it'll start the Soho reminiscences...lost days and nights in The French, the basement of the Amalfi restaurant, George Melly throwing up without getting off his bike, buying homemade pasta from I Camissa, jazz at The Pizza Express, oysters and Guinness at The Toucan Bar, hours, days and weeks in grotty film editing suites and recording studios, being thrown out of his guitar shop by the unpleasant Ivor Mairants, and a lifetime in bookshops in Charing Cross Road to say nothing of the music stores in Denmark Street.......(warning: nostalgia overload!)