Tears are welling as I write this. This did not happen in a blazing, cathartic live punk rock moment. That would have at least been a little more acceptable. Like 'well at least it was a good show'. But no. My cats did it. I went downstairs to feed them to find that they had humpty-dumptied my trusty axe. It was a horrific scene, my guitar headless, face down on the floor. Needless to say those fuzzy little assassins are very lucky I am an animal lover.

Only a musician could understand the shock and pain I'm feeling right now. That was my perfect guitar. It had the perfect feel. The action was smooth as glass. It was lightweight but with plenty of low end, and pushed a burly sound though my JCM900. It was plain and simple, sounded great and was a joy to play.

I'm just at a loss. When the shock wears off I'll be searching eBay and my local shops for another '78 Epiphone Coronet, or a suitable replacement. If anyone out there knows of a '78 Epiphone Coronet in good condition for sale please leave a comment or drop me an e-mail.

Pardon me now while I go cry like a little girl.