Some friends went to this but I was too busy moving back to London. I've always regretted missing it. A weekend ticket to all these iconic names for £2.50.
Five stages of old age:
Talking to your friends about that concert in the 70s.
Then you You forget names.
Then you forget faces.
Next, you forget to zip up.
And finally, you forget to zip down.
I saw them in Brisbane the same year. Then saw Mick Jagger on his solo tour a couple of years later.
Can't remember the ticket prices but I was just as tight then as I am now, so they must have been cheap!
Five stages of old age:
Talking to your friends about that concert in the 70s.
Then you You forget names.
Then you forget faces.
Next, you forget to zip up.
And finally, you forget to zip down.
Perhaps we should have a sub heading in “The Pub” called “Wetherspoons corner” specially for all us whiskery old gents to sit in a group and talk about a rose tinted past. The…I remember when…days. “Much better in my day”, “All new buildings are a monstrosity”, “Turn that racket down and play some James Last”. In fact “those girls are only half dressed” is like a dangerous sport for the zimmer brigade. Only last week I pulled a muscle checking the barmaids skirt.
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