I was playing with some mates in May 1992 in a band called Taste of Tomorrow (I had nothing to do with the name). A mutual friend suggested a liaison to get some more publicity for us as Jet lived in Gloucester about 10 miles away from Newnham on Severn. He came to our house and jammed with us, I had a head start as I knew loads of the Shadows stuff. Anything he started I just dovetailed into so easily it was freaky. He was langers when he arrived but did not have a drink when we jammed. He chatted about being in the Shadows and how the long hours between gigs made him drink and gamble too much. He had a bit of a home- counties accent, was a bit of a lad...it was like being in an episode of the Monkeys...

didn't see him again until the gig in 'Minch' (Minchinhampton), He was pissed again (pissed meaning drunk)...and when we went on stage he kept staring at the guitar player who freaked out to fuck, it was really funny...but sad. Jet tried to play but he was so mashed it became embarrasing. There was hardly anyone there, it all kind of fell apart and I never saw him again. He dissed Hank, Cliff and Bruce to fuck, which I was ok with, and he was seriously bald by the time I met him. I liked him. It was like being in the 60's for an hour or two. He had an energy as a musician. No photies, no autographs...just this...

The week after I tried to slip Feargal Sharkey a demo at a gig in Cinderford. At the Upper Bilson. By then the spirit of Boomtown was dead...he was a complete knob...