After a vaguely satisfying sleep in the car we set off early on Friday 2 June.
For the first time (of many) that week, we travelled a great distance, taking the most direct route possible from Huddersfield to Bridgend.
It was a sunny Friday in half term so the roads were predictably busy. To be honest, it was such a long way to go. What were Bryan’s schedulers thinking??
With the turnaround being so quick it was unrealistic for us to be there in time to set up the marquees. JMB had got people who hadn’t been at Huddersfield to do that so when we arrived at Brewery Field, Bridgend, it was simply as sellers.
Dennis and I were on the pitch, seeking shelter from the searing South Wales sun – I know, I couldn’t believe it either – while eager punters came shopping for their official Bryan Adams mugs, Tshirts and lanyards.
We got to watch the show this time as the ageing rocker, kitted head to toe in denim, shot up and down the stage like a rocket, blasting out hits ranging from Summer of ’69 through the Robin Hood track Everything I Do and finally, Heaven.
Is it shameful that I knew an awful lot of the lyrics?!
Selling on a stall was busy and enjoyable with a lot of people coming both before and after the show.
We also got to watch Beverley Knight as his support act as she asked the immortal question of Shoulda Woulda Coulda .
Ultimately though the sun went down, music lovers of all ages drifted off and we were packing down show 2.
We loaded our stuff into the car and got ready for the next part of the trip.
Bryan Adams was on pause as the big group of the tour were about to kick in.
Bonjovi in Manchester?
Don’t mind if I do.