I suspect the upper one of being an EKO and the other of being a Coletti. Two anonymous archtops, one from the 50s or 60s, the other earlier. Typical Yamaha, good solid workhorse, with probably the easiest action of all my instruments. Here is what presently clutters my living room:Ī Yamaha FG-411-12 twelve string, the most modern guitar in my possession. This situation still obtains, so I don't have a big collection, but I do have some rare and wonderful items and I love them all. I was not and am not a good player, but I loved and was fascinated by the things, and if I had access to any funds, they would usually go on a guitar of some sort, only to be sold on again when times got hard. I liked it a lot, but it was so short scale that intonation was always a problem. It was an amazing thing: a travel guitar, solid, with built-in amp and speaker. A Fernandez 'Elephant Guitar' also lodged with me briefly. I have a soft spot for Hofners, and would dearly like a Committee or a President, but they fetch silly money now. I have also owned a Hofner Congress and a Senator. They have included a Terada classical guitar, a Guild D40, a strange oriental thing with moveable frets, a Hayman electric, a Gibson LGO bought with my wife's tax rebate while she was away ('Is that it?' was her incredulous reaction when I nervously showed her what her pilfered windfall had been spent on), a Gibson 335 and a resonator guitar whose make I forget. Since that time, a number of guitars have passed through my hands, mostly (and nowadays exclusively) acoustic. The guitar had a moulded plastic fretboard and friction pegs, and was of course completely untunable, let alone playable. It was about £7, and the advert said 'as played by Elvis Presley', so obviously I couldn't go wrong. It all began about 50 years ago when I blagged my dear old granny into buying me a four stringed plastic guitar from Exchange and Mart. I didn't set out to do it, but somehow over the years I have become addicted to old guitars.