The only photo I have of the (then) landlord, Martin Gibb (leaning against the wall). This was actually a rehearsal but folks used to drift upstairs to watch anyway and it looks like Martin is scrutinising something that's being rolled up!
I'm using a Marlin bass that Martin gave me in an attempt to embarass me about not celebrating birthdays etc. It only helped to exacerbate a trapped nerve but bless him for trying!
Hmmm, also a smoking archive shot.