He was a regular at our folk club at the Tree Inn in Stratton, Bude, typically to be seen jackknifed over his guitar (I read someone else describing him thus, so that isn't a Steve original!). On one of those evenings I missed all the floor spots (including what should have been my own) as I was in the local minor injuries unit having a foreign object dug out of my eye by a most charming young nurse. Luckily, I got back in time, somewhat bloodshot, to see the whole of the Wizz performance. Ah, memories! And what a star he was.