A mate of mine, also named Dave Edmunds is a serial guitar god stalker. Him and his mate love to see the homes of the rich and famous, especially guitarists. Anyway, one day he was walking near the home of his all-time hero Jeff Beck, when out of the blue a guy on a quad bike appeared and told him to p**s off. Turned out to be Mr Beck himself. My mate sent a letter of apology to him, saying that he was not on his land but nevertheless apologised for any upset caused. A few days later he had a phone call from Jeff Beck's manager asking if he was THE Dave Edmunds as Jeff had played with him on a number of occasions. He said he wasn't and they had a good laugh about it, having a chat for half an hour about all things Beck related.