Stone me!

"I was in London doing my OE and my friend Richard phoned me one night (I think late December 1963) and asked if I was still drumming," writes Nigel Rees from Waiheke Island. "I had been in a band from high school as a drummer. Richard said a friend of his was forming a band and they needed a drummer and recommended me to him. He rang me and his mate, Mick, had said to get me over to their session they were having that night in a garage in Twickenham as they needed a drummer. I declined

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