1985 The Boss at Wembley

How lucky I was. To be able to organise to go and see the Boss at Wembley and call it "client entertainment". Fortunately the client, Don from McCain, was a good bloke. He brought his wife, and I took Tricia from the ITCA. I can't remember why I didn't take Annie, but maybe we still kept it under wraps then. It started with the limo from the agency, and the refreshments to take with us. We arrived at Wembley wondering how it would be. Serious rock stars didn't play Wembley, surely it was too big, the accoustics would be terrible. Tentatively we took a place at the other end of the stadium, but Don went off onto the pitch, and came back reporting that it was quite easy to get quite close. To my amazement, we could. And to my amazement Bruce bound the giant 72,000 audience intimately  together as if it was the Half Moon at Putney. On and on it went for three hours, and we just lost ourselves in the riotous energy of the remarkable E Street Band. Afterwards we went for a fine greek meal in Queensway. And then, still buzzing, we went on to the Hippodrome where we clowned innocently around until well past 2.a.m. It was one of those nights when it was just so, so good to be alive. And all the more rare for it being "work". And I had discovered that Springsteen was for sure something on record, but live, he was something else entirely