Today it is the second anniversary of the death of my friend Marcus Sleightholm: I met Marcus on a jazz guitar weekend in Hull in 1996 (?), and we stayed in touch. The last time I saw him was in Aigueze for the Bucky Pizzarelli masterclass. My eternal memory of Marcus will be his (frequent) Sunday night phonecalls, where he ‘requested absolution’ for having purchased yet another jazz guitar! Marcus, I miss you and those calls. God bless you; you were a one-off!