In 1978 Bowie looked into my eyes as he sang Station to Station at the Stafford Bingley Hall. Four of us bagged tickets. We all bought Sobraine and Gallois ciggies because that’s what Dave smoked. We got there very early and queued in the cold. All the freaks were out, as were the lads and lasses, all there to kneel at the foot of the Dame. The ciggies were horrible.
I had a huge donkey jacket on, accessorised with a diamanté broach don’t you know, and as the gig started the heat became too much and I came over all faint. I made my sickly way to a St Johns ambulance lady who gave me a glass of water and told me to take my coat off.
Unable to plough my way back into the throng I skirted the crowd to find a vantage spot. The stage was well over 6 feet high and so there was a huge gap between it and the audience. Being a tall chap I had no problem seeing everything. As Dave sang ‘the return of the thin white duke, throwing darts in lovers eyes’ he looked at me and only me.
He could do that. He made us all feel like his number one fan. I love him.