My former classmate, and erstwhile rock god, HJ battled his way past his excited fans to shake TPR’s hand and give me a massive hug. At 6’3″ he’d grown somewhat since I last saw him on the campus of the University of Birmingham in 1986.
He handed over two tickets for his concert that evening: one in seat 10, and the other seat 17. The former was only a stub, but HJ was confident that we’d get past the bouncers and be well looked after as his guests.
Meanwhile my old flatmates HW and SB were also keen to get to the hottest show in town. I promised to do my best to help them to get along to the concert with us.