I’d love to trade places with the main character of my rock and roll trilogy. Gordon Hammond lives on a country estate is Royal Tunbridge Wells and when he’s not in the studio, touring, or making business deals for his group, Tuppence, he strolls his estate in Wellies, followed by Chester, a large, ginger Siberian cat. He meditates by a duck pond, or in his Victorian solarium, pulls fallen branches from the stream, then goes back to the manor for a nice cuppa and a chip butty. In the evening he sits with his friends around the large kitchen table drinking wine and jamming. Yeah. I’d trade with him for a day, gladly!
