Believe it or not, this exquisitely crafted instrument (which I made myself!) is what I began learning to play bass on. I found it in my Mum’s loft over Christmas — I thought it had disappeared years ago.
Note that it has an eleven-fret octave instead of twelve — which means that I was probably playing in some kind of Indian tuning — particularly as the frets were positioned more or less at random. Even so, I learnt Green Onions and many other riffs on it.
The electrics are lost — the pick-ups were the voice coils from telephones and the fact that several phone kiosk handsets were vandalized in the streets near our house at the time the bass was made was pure coincidence.