I first saw the Beatles shortly after their first hit, “Love me do.” I went to the box office after school with a friend a few days after booking opened, and got four tickets. They were on a bill with, I think, Mary Wells, and also a couple who had a roller skating act, and the compère was Norman Vaughan- it was more a variety show than a pop concert. I wasn’t allowed to camp out for their concert the following year, but I did get up very early to catch the first bus into town, and arrived to find a very long queue- by this time they were famous. We were supposed to be buying tickets for lots of friends, but by the time we got to the front of the queue we were only allowed two tickets each. After the show the Beatles were smuggled out of the theatre in a Black Maria and taken to the police station where my dad worked. He didn’t meet them, but my next door neighbour, also a policeman, did, and had his picture in the paper with them, wearing police helmets. He dined out on the experience for years.
I hope I never ever have to sleep in a tent again. Even when my son played at a festival I found a hotel nearby.