I turned to Gendler.

“You ever seen anything like this before?”

He didn’t even look at me, the astonishment clear as he watched yet another girl scream at the top of her lungs.

“Nope.” He replied.

Eventually a group of officers on horseback forced their way through the fans and created enough space for the Bus to crawl its way onto the road, finally picking up enough speed to leave the madness behind.

On the way to the Hotel, Steve spoke up.

“errr….this is big….really big….I mean……” he stopped while he searched for the word. “Yeah……fucking…BIG!” – Really…..No shit!

That first gig set the precedent for the rest on this first three week tour. That week the single ‘I Owe You Nothing’ hit the number one spot (a feat it would repeat in 19 countries) there wasn’t a newspaper or magazine in the country that didn’t contain pictures of the gigs…and the rollercoaster ploughed relentlessly on…gradually leaving reality trailing behind. I was determined to soak up every last drop of the experience. I was doing what every musician dreams of doing. Playing with the number one band in the world, at the top of my profession, crowds of adoring girls following us wherever we went. Mission impossible seemingly accomplished.

There were moments in the eye of the storm for relaxation. Though even these sometimes took on surreal proportions. We developed a taste for Golf. We were, to a man, probably the worst group of Golfers in the world. But, in the middle of all the hysteria it offered us a chance to find a moments calm, while we hacked our way around the countryside….usually! This particular day we were in Wales, and had found a beautiful course, the owners of which, had kindly given us permission to torture their greens and fairways for a few hours.