Ok, let me kick things off.
Very good Blues band playing all over. Guitarist (well it was always likely to be , wasn't it?) a very fine player but far more jovial than necessary and convinced he was the world's funniest man.
He was also a congenital liar and claimed to have an amazing guitar collection that was with a variety of friends in oredr to keep them from falling into the wrong hands (his, perchance). He would swear blind he had called me and I had not replied (my mobile never recorded these missed calls). HE was an ar$e of the highest order.
He got the chance to do some touring with an American female Blues singer, which he did. He was let go because they deemed him too annoyingly cheery. His confidence took a knock at this but he compensated by being even more cheery.
Eventually he left the band to pursue a change of direction (or avoid me maybe) and we got in a guy who's as close to playing with Jeff Beck as you can without actually playing with Jeff Beck.
We do that very English thing (or maybe Spinal Tap) of being overtly nice to each other when face to face but I can barely even the mention of his name. Suffice to say our musical paths will never cross.