The Wall - 1980/1981
As mentioned someplace else, I arrived in the UK totally broke (brassic) with one week before the first set of London gigs for The Wall. I couldn't go. Devastated does not go far enough in describing how badly I felt about missing them. I could easily have been persuaded to open a vein.
A reprieve, however, arrived in the form of another set of Live shows for The Wall the following year. Did I go? You bet your sweet bippy I went, and a very excellent time was had too.
"Happier than a pig in sh*t," as my loquacious Dad would have said. Oh, how I smiled, how I beamed.
