I nearly missed this - it was tucked away in the "Something for the Weekend" email newsletter from a couple of weeks back.

It features a lady called Ronnie from Botswana and she may be the most incredible guitarist I've ever seen.*

*oops - sorry Ronnie me old china- you're a top geezer! (see below)

So it may not be Clapton or Hendrix or John McLaughlin or Johnny Marr that - as usual - is the answer. It may be Ronnie or it may be some other person, a villager in Borneo or Lesotho or Honduras.

Time and fate and fortune and the happenstance of when and what and where you're born determine whether you achieve fame or anything like it

A line of school days poetry from Gray's "Elegy" came back to haunt me

"Full many a Flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its Sweetness on the desert Air"

How many like Ronnie does our world contain - and that we know nothing about - or ever will?