Had a similar story for Simple Minds at the NEC. It’s would’ve involved half a day off school on a Monday to get the Piccadilly Records coach down & a very late night return. I naively bought a ticket, then Mum put the mockers on it. To rub it in I had no alternative but to sell it to a mate, who proceeded to bunk off and tells me to this day it was his best gig ever. Bastard!
My mate is a David Bowie addict, he sits next to Marc Riley in the Colin Bell stand and he took him to London to see Bowie do a set for the BBC, (I think it was the Radio Theatre) only invited guests attended. Riley arranged for my mate to meet Bowie, he said he just went to jelly and could hardly speak, still he achieved a lifetime ambition.
Me and a friend went down to that without tickets, figured we’d be able to scalp one, nope, couldn’t get a ticket anywhere. I remember getting a sneaky peak through those huge doors, went for a pub crawl instead ( not around the stadium mind you)
Last gig I went to.
