Smith.

This was my first guitar...

I remember standing by a shop window as a child, with my mother, coming up to Christmas and pointing up at this red shiny guitar high above me. A few weeks later it was under the tree (on Christmas Morning).

Not so long ago I was standing outside a shop in Denmark street, in London and looked up and saw this...deja vu...the exact same Beatles Red Jet Electric, complete with their signatures, high above me in the same place.