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Similarly, I spoke to Hank Wangford after a gig in Wolverhampton once. I only found my ticket to the match that never happened in 1986 in my pocket. He signed Shep Herds Boosh Hank etc, on the back of it. Strummer and the birth certificate is better...
One of my best friends, having been turned away from a Ruts gig, for not being 18 - when he was 19! - In his native Durham, took his birth certificate to the Clash at yhe same venue. When he was talking to Joe Strummer after the gig he had only the birth certificate as a piece of paper. Strummer signed it with a marker pen.
The Jam were a kids' band. I was 16 when I first saw them, at the Rainbow, Setting Sons tour, December 1979. They were barely more than kids themselves.
Cos the kids know where it's at... as In The City told us...
Anyone else here bump into them on the back of a lorry at the rear of the Savoy, on a 1981 cnd March?
What a bonus that was! My brother and I accidently pitched up right at the front of that audience...
Edit: fuller story. We saw a flatbed with drums and amps set up, and agreed to stick around to see what was going on... someone opened a silver flight case, which revealed 'The Jam' stencilled on the lid. Still didn't really suppose it would be them tho.
There was no one around at this point.
We sat on a couple of croud barriers, right at the stage.
Some time later, John Weller chambered on the truck.
'What have we come here for today?'
'The Jam!' Came the reply from the several dozen now gathered...
'No,' said JW, 'CND!'
Then, the boys themselves got up on the truck. Pertinent to some of the above, I've always remembered someone shouting 'Absolute Beginners!' As they attempted to get the amps going. Bruce sardonically rolled his eyes, and said, 'precisely..'
Anyway, The Jam played two half hour sets, with Nine Below Zero (whose live Marquee album I was madly in to at that time), Vaughan Tolouse, some whippersnappers called Apocalypse and possibly something else separating them.
Looking behind us, by now there were thousands of spectators stretching up the Embankment, to marvel at possibly the most popular band of the day playing there...
Reminded me that 'A year in Provence' and 'Wicked Willie' author Peter Mayle was responsible for a slogan. I had to look it up, but:
A 1972 advertising slogan written by Mayle for Wonderloaf Bread was used as a football chant by supporters of Tottenham Hotspur, and became the basis of the song "Nice One Cyril".
Interesting your use of adjective regarding the stewards.
When I went there 8 or so years ago, in the stand, during the game, they seemed to be mostly late middle aged angry bastards intent on winding people up to get something going. Never, before or since, have I seen stewards so (or at all really) keen for actually starting trouble.
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