Music isn’t about fame and fortune or being on the telly, nor can it be quantified; some things are simply art for art’s sake.

If you hail from Liverpool, we’ve a saying, ‘You’ll either become a comedian, a footballer or a musician,’ well…

Having lost my musical virginity to Elvis at the unfashionable age of ten, my next musical epiphany was at sixteen. Inspired by the spine-tingling songs of a motley crew of drop-out Hippies, I was determined to possess that goose-bump magic too.

And so, on my seventeenth birthday, I joined a commune and spent the next ten years travelling the world, with a guitar in hand. Like any self-respecting troubadour, I sang for my supper and a place to rest my head: I’m still singing for my supper.

I also perform with The Frantastics.