Sunday July 25, 1982

 7th Sunday after Trinity

Up at 8. A hot day. Ally felt sick and looked like death. Oh, dear! We seem to have done it again. Bacon sandwiches and mugs of tea later things were no better. John and Janette do not agree with this dawn start to this historic day but I am adamant. We were out at 9:45 and joined Sarah and Trevor at Horsforth, and they took us on to Roundhay Park. The scene there was incredible. I did not know what to expect but found the stage an amazing sight. We spent the day sitting around eating sandwiches and laughing at the crowds of fans filling the park. A constant stream of people until after 5pm. Not many weirdos or hippy types, but the majority seemed to be 20-30 year-olds. Saw warm up acts including George Thorogood and the Destroyers, the J Geils Band, all good, and yet very far away like ants. The [Rolling] Stones came out at 6 and were incredible. The only experience that might come close to the power of this is perhaps the Coronation of the Sovereign. [Mick] Jagger looking out at the crowds like Christ must have done at the feeding of the 5,000. We were all tip-toed with eagerness as Jagger strutted and leapt around covering hundreds of yards during each number clad in his baseball trousers and various jackets. We clapped and danced knowing we'll perhaps never see the likes of this again. John's face was a picture. He beamed like a child. We left Sarah at 8:30 after incredible fireworks and drove to Bradford and the Fire Brigade for a much needed pint, all wearing our 'Stones at Roundhay' T-shirts, and all eyes were upon us. Janette had been quiet as a mouse all day, but back in Bradford she brightened up _______. An old girl in the pub asked how the concert had been and said; 'He's such a talented boy [Jagger], and such a pity that not many people think so.' Oh dear. On to a Chinese fish and chip shop and then home for coffee and 'Emotional Rescue'. Say goodbye to Janette.

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