My first band was called "Bedouin". We were an accoustic trio playing the working men's club circuit in Northern England. To strangers of the U.K. the Northern club circuit is a bizarre other-world populated by Neanderthals with little or no communication skills. These people are known as "commitee-men" and are regarded in great esteem by the less significant "club members". It falls to the "concert-chairman" to appoint a band (sacrifice) for the evening which will subsequently regarded as an interuption to the bingo,cheap beer,meat draw and the inevitable fist fight. It was my pleasure as a nervous 15 year old to tread these illustrious boards in a bid to find recognition for a talent that was largely ignored, save the occasional missile from the enthusiastic tormentors sensing blood. I think we made quite an impression in our matching paisley,wing-collar shirts,kipper ties, platform shoes and crimpoline flares. For the un-initiated, crimpolene was an invention of the 60's which , if one was unfortunate to have to bend at the knee, would retain the extended knee-shape long after the wearer had stood up again. After the first few bookings we realised we would need another name as "Bedouin" was a bit too difficult for the average concert chairman to pronounce and so we became "Penny-Farthing" and the rest is working-men's club folklore. We dissapeared without trace! 30 years later I still carry the mental and physical scars!