Sunday night (October 22) I arrived at my car to a miserable sight. The door was open, there were papers all over the place and the dreaded seat of my Corsa bakkie was pushed forward - my Fender Jaguar Special was gone.

It was like losing a girlfriend – and not because you fucked up. I bought my Jag in the States on my travels in January 2011 – after stalking her for at least a year online.

Needless to say I went home straight away for a shower, a change of clothes and caught a lift back to the closest bar to carry on where I left off, probably also to try and forget about it all.

I sent mails out to everyone - as did many of my fellow musicians - to music store owners and staff, and the big chain second hand stores' headquarters – Cash Converters and Cash Crusaders. Both of the last mentioned were more than helpful. The mail includied a visual reference, serial number and description of loose items in the hard case, went straight to all the managers and buyers. I even got some follow up calls. What? Who does that in this place?

Less than 24 hours later I received a call from the manager at Cash Crusaders Wynberg, telling me that he had found my Jag, and as per protocol had to hand it in to the police. Two phone calls later I spoke to detectives at both Wynberg and Cape Town SAPS and it was verified - it was indeed my guitar and it was safely stored in the vault.

They also verified that it still had my blood splatters on the body from Thursday's show in Stellenbosch – the culprits didn't even try and clean their crime scene.

Besides the massive support on both Twitter and Facebook, it was more than refreshing to see how helpful and professional both the SAPS and Cash Crusaders were. They have unfortunately not caught the fuckers yet, but some prints were lifted off my car yesterday and the CCTV cameras in Cash Crusaders also got some ugly mugs to reference.