My What’s the Story? post this week is all about a golden ticket. We went to SEA LIFE in Birmingham last weekend, and we drove past the Villa Park football stadium, and I was taken back 30 years (eeek! how can it be 30, flipping years!!) …..
I was, and am, a huge Duran Duran fan, since their earliest days. When I was at school I also always looked forward to listening to Peter Powell on Radio One. It was 1983, I had just turned 15 and there was going to be a big announcement on Peter Powell’s radio show about Duran Duran. I was there, listening on my radio, waiting ….. what would the news be? Well, it was announced that Duran Duran would be playing at Villa Park on 23rd July. The tickets would cost £8.50 and the event would raise money for the MENCAP charity.
How excited was I!! Now I had a number of problems to overcome:
a) how to get my very strict parents to let me go to a concert
b) how to pay for it
c) how to get there
Because I was going, nothing was going to stop me. NOTHING! So, this next morning I get together with my friends K and S (who were cousins) – we all wanted to go, as did another friend. Ok, so how? Well somehow K persuaded her Dad to drive us, now all I had to do was persuade my parents to let me go and pay for my ticket too.
I can’t actually remember how I achieved the impossible. Somehow my parents were persuaded to part with some money and let me go with my friend, her Dad and our other friends.
I remember the chatter in the people carrier, 4 very excited teenage girls, all going to their first concert. One Dad probably wondering what an earth he’d agreed to! We were all donned in trilby hats and jackets with rather immense shoulder pads – we thought we were it – we probably weren’t!
We got so close to the stage it was great. My friend K and I lost her Dad and the others, but we were there, at the FRONT. We were happy. Now I look back and wonder how much her Dad must have panicked – he’d lost his daughter and one of the girls he was supposed to be looking after. Then I didn’t care – we were free!
The show was compared by Peter Powell, I can’t remember the first act at all now, Robert Palmer was excellent – Johnny and Mary is one of my favourite songs. He was brilliant long before Addicted to Love. Then they were on. Duran Duran. It was an amazing evening. Something I will treasure forever. My golden ticket moment.
I’ve got some great photos of the concert, but they’re all up in the loft these days, and I don’t do ladders! Also not sure I want anyone to see just how awful I looked in a trilby hat.
Happy days, happy memories, brilliant band. Still haven’t forgiven John Taylor for not marrying me, but you can’t have everything.