In 1970 me and a mate were sharing a bungalow in the Lakes. We needed to find somewhere else to live because the winter let lease was about to run out, so we decided to give Manchester a go and hitchhiked the 70 odd miles. We had bedrolls with us in case we couldn't find anywhere to rent for that night.
We sorted out a flat in Fallowfield but couldn't move in until the following day, so we decided to have a wander down Oxford Road, have a few beers and then find a nice quiet park to get our heads down. Anyway, we were walking past the Students Union and noticed that Traffic were playing there, so we persuaded a couple of students to sign us in.
I was at the bar while my mate went for a piss and got nattering to a bloke who's face looked vaguely familiar. Anyway, I told him the story about us hitching from the Lakes to come to Manchester and he seemed quite impressed and bought us both a pint, then wandered off saying 'all the best lads'.
When the band came on, it dawned on me that the bloke at the bar was Steve Winwood and half way through their set he said over the mike that he wanted to dedicate the next song to a couple of guys he's just met who had hitched a fair way to see the band, they then played 'Every Mother's Son'. To this day that is my favourite song of all time. It was a great day all round that.
