In 1975, it was announced in school assembly that there would be a meeting in room whatever, for anyone who was interested in going to see “The Queen”
How my friends and I laughed. Who on earth wanted to go and see her.
When we found out it wasn’t The Queen, but Queen, and all the places were taken, we weren’t laughing any more.
When I found out the concert was going to be broadcast live on TV, I consoled myself with looking forward to that.
But no. The one night of the year we had visitors, so I wasn’t allowed to have the telly on.
Oh well, at least my big sister bought me the Night At The Opera album for Xmas. It was her boyfriend that lent me all their previous albums.
Even now 45 years later, I’m still stunned that my stiff, proper, formal school would arrange something like that.