no need for musical interludes
iwould like to ask you to censor the material in your magazine in future as the contents of the August issue had a noticeable effect on my Uncle Mark – and not in a good way. There is usually a bit of banter about who gets the first ‘flick’ through the new issue but as my uncle pays for it he got first go. Things were OK until he reached Donald Dallas’ auctions page, which featured a pair of Eric Clapton’s Purdey overunders; Mr Dallas revived the debate about who was the best guitarist – Rory Gallagher, Jeff Beck or Eric Clapton – to which my uncle started raging about the forgotten talents of Ritchie Blackmore and Jimmy Page. He recalled the time a journalist asked Eric Clapton if he thought he was the world’s finest guitarist, to which he allegedly replied: “No, Albert Lee is.”
My uncle calmed down until he reached the motoring review, where he began to rant about the wisdom of test-driving a Ferrari costing more than our house and its limited interest to working-class shooting folk. However, I hadn’t bargained on Ben Samuelson’s witty comparisons between AC/DC and Verdi, which really got him going. Kerrang!, he felt, doesn’t feel the need to write gun reviews and so Shooting Gazette should stick to fieldsports. Thankfully, he was placated by the gundog section. It’s not easy having a grumpy old shooting man for an uncle.
C. Thompson, norwich
ed: It sounds like your Uncle Mark is a man of strong principles and I will take his comments on board. As I’m sure he’ll agree, though, our sport is a broad church and discussions about bucket lists, ambitions and general must-haves in the gunbus do extend beyond game shooting. We’re people of the world as well the countryside after all and I’ve met readers who drive old Minis and brand new Maseratis and listen to everything from Rage Against the Machine to Mozart.