Confession No 1: I am a die-hard Eagles fan, however sad a confession that may be. I have been ever since I was 15 years old. In 1977, when they came to London to do four gigs at The Empire Pool, Wembley (now known as Wembley Arena), I went to three of the four nights – two of them on my own – quite a big step for a 17-year-old girl. I had a pre-bought ticket for one of the three, a late-release, dodgy (restricted view) seat ticket from the box office for the second and a ticket from a tout for the third. I did “fall out of love” with them in the 1980s at some point and never really found any pleasure in their solo material. BUT, to this day, I can’t hear the opening bars of “Lyin’ Eyes” or One of these Nights” without a thrill running through me. Recently, I have taken to getting their records (yes, vinyl records, I never managed to migrate my Eagles collection to CD) out late at night and singing along with them. I’ve decided that their stupendously good harmonies are the key to why I like them but to be honest, with a bunch of catchy songs like theirs, I can’t be sure.

Confession No 2: At some time between 1975 and 1980 (can’t be certain exactly when), I spent hours and hours embroidering this – it’s the cover of “On the Border”. I painstakingly traced the outline from my precious album and transferred it to a t-shirt then spent days and days embroidering the lot onto the t-shirt. The sad fact about this is that I am such a sad old git that while a 17-year-old (ish) pimply Linda was busy with her labours, the band were engaged in a true “sex and drugs and rock and roll” lifestyle and probably can’t even remember much about that time.

Confession No 3: The BBC ran a two-part documentary about the band recently, late at night over a weekend. I watched both episodes with complete glee. I’m not sure I ever really had any idea what they looked or sounded like in conversation but it was really interesting to hear their take on their career. It seemed pretty genuinely described and quite frank!

So I thought to myself “on a slow day” (read for slow day a day when I was just too tired after doing my day shift and my evening shift to think of something inspirational) I’d shoot the said t-shirt, lovingly held onto over a much longer period than the time between my birth and making it. Here it is. Of course these days it’d fit around one of my thighs and nowhere near across my much expanded chest!!! Still, to coin a phrase “Take it Easy” (bah bah bah baam.)