Just a few pictures.

The night twisted sister came to town,

I was 17, I had made it to Ashton under Lyne with just enough money to either buy a couple of cans of carlsberg special brew, or a return bus ticket home. 
So whilst emptying my 2nd can I wondered where i would be sleeping that night.
The gig was great, I can't recall who the support band were, but Twisted Sister rocked! 
After the show I just hung around to see what would happen and I got in to meet the band, who with the exception of Mark "the animal" Mendoza were pretty cool.

I didn't have any paper for autographs except for my driving licence, so I got them all to sign that, the band took the piss at my English licence, my accent etc and I got a bit lippy with Mr Mendoza, who couldn't take it back and grabbed me by the neck and picked me up, growling at me, luckily somebody said for him to chill out and even more luckily for me he did.

That night I slept on Stockport bus station and was awoken at about 6am by a bus driver who thought I must be dead, because and I quote "Mate you were covered in frost", he was a cool guy, gave me a coffee then stuck me on a bus almost to home without me having to pay.