I had figured there'd be buses to Dereham. How wrong I was, so I set out on foot along the road, with my thumb out hoping for a lift, but not expecting one. It was my first, and as it turns out, only, hitching exercise. I'd been walking for a couple of miles along the A47, it was getting dark now and I'd nearly resigned myself to missing the gig, when someone finally took pity on me and gave me a lift to the outskirts of the small town, from where I could walk to the centre. I was tired and hungry by the time I got there.
It was a Dr & the Medics gig, one of the most fantastic I ever saw, and I saw them a lot. I met the Dr after the show and turned into a babbling wreck.