On the 22nd of November 1963, rifle shots exploded around Dallas, Texas sending the brains of the 35th President of the USA all over the back of a '61 Lincoln convertible. Fortunately, I was on the Queen Mary sailing home from Canada to Scotland as my father had been mining in Canada.

Apart from the fact that I was only 2 years old and two foot six at the time, this gives me a great alibi. Since the combined forces of the CIA and the FBI haven't pursued me, I have been free to live out my life at the business end of a loud guitar with a bunch of Scotsmen from Manchester, Poland and the Dominican Republic.

Bruce Watson