Once upon a time, there was a nineteen year old man. He was a wannabe rocker, thought he looked the part, actually looked a bit of a, well, you fill in the blank. He was a hairdresser/window cleaner/builder, an odd mixture of professions none of which ever felt 'right'.
The man, let's call him, 'Andy' lived in Lincoln, or 'Lindum' to use the old Roman name. And here the story begins...
Yes, that's me, just call me Def Leppard