One cold wintery night our band (a.k.a Mytosis) played a gig in scholars club and it was a good night. Great support from all our friends and plenty of alcohol induced, stage jumping antics via our energetic bass player Davie Nelson. Upon finishing the gig nobody seemed to want to go and pack up all the gear, so everyone go langered even Trevor, the drummer (who was driving but then let someone else drive his car home - which is worse driving your car home and getting caught or letting a sober friend drive it home and getting caught? i don't know and i don't care and i know you don't either....aaahh) Anyway upon finally making moves and throwing shapes up on the stage we got everything moved away and into trevors dog trailer type thing. Or did we? No we did not. Peters nice Fender semi was left outside in its black leather case (probably why we didn't see it- don't ever blame too much alcohol consumption as the reason) on a bush. ah tis kinda funny really. everyone went off on their merry ways and enjoyed themselves. Thats the tale of peters guitar and its lonely, cold night out in the frost. tell it to the grandchilren. oh and it was foungd again cause the nice pub guy took it in and it was collected....