Reading about Mr Security Services dropping his daily bread on a train and walking away reminded me of an experience I had many years ago.

I was driving myself up to Liverpool to pick up my 2nd Year exam results plus the usual luggage left after the end of term. Being without a vehicle at the time (my 75 quid Mini Clubman had expired on the road-side in Monmouth), I hired a Renault of some kind.

While packing it for the journey, I noticed a filo-fax left under the passenger seat. It belonged to a "record producer" who, evidently given this is Monmouth, had been working at Rockfield Studios. Quickly scanning through it, I noted addresses and telephone numbers for Freddie Mercury's London abode, Kate Bush's family home and many more.

*Gasp* Being a big fan of Ms Bush, I was astonished and a little tempted to give her a call - but, as you may have read in a previous post, I have all the spine if an amoeba.

So I didn't. Instead, I called the 'owners' number (located in the 'If I'm lost...' section at the front) and asked if he had lost anything...ie. his life? He was ever so relieved and asked what my favourite tipple was - he turned up 30 mins later bearing large bottles of both Jack Daniels _AND_ Southern Comfort (I was a student, remember) as a thank-you gift.

So - has anyone else made an interesting and (faintly) lucrative discovery in a "rock world" vein?

Love, as you would expect,

Tony

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