My closest friend Robin Nixon (Bob - who is also a mutual Bowie fanatic) wasted no time in securing his ticket for the day (though he could only get one), whilst I struggled like hell to get hold of another. These sold like hot cakes and became like gold dust. I did however have one trick up my sleeve. After wasting what seemed like an eternity in futile efforts trying to get a concert ticket, I resorted to my trump card. Both my Nan and my Aunt had spent the best part of their lives working in London theatres and they were like the mafia with their connections. If they couldn't get me a ticket, no one could. Unbelievably, day after day after day, the only reports I received were "Steve, you're simply asking for the impossible!", my heart sank. What was I to do? Surely Bob and I were destined to go together?

So the gates promptly opened, a rush of adrenaline, the surge of the crowds, the anticipation of where to go, praying that I could keep my ticket, where was my ticket? Panic, confusion, excitement and where the hell was Bob? It was all so manic and chaotic. Fortunately it didn't take long to hook up with Bob and we made our way right to the front of the stage, until we realised that a much better view could be obtained by moving some twenty meters or so back. That was it, we had staked our claim, this is where we were staying! And at two minutes past twelve it kicked off with Rocking All Over The World by Status Quo.

To explain, it was never made public knowledge as to where everyone was going for the Live Aid after party and TV interviews, a much guarded secret for obvious reasons. So, we asked the girls and much to our surprise, they told us, a place called "Legends" in central London. Never before had our timing to relieve ourselves at Wembley been so opportune, what a result, if they were telling us the truth that is. After this brief uplifting encounter we returned to the show.

The rest of the evening just seemed to fly and before we knew it, 10pm was fast approaching. Despite having the best music experience ever Bob and I started to feel somewhat deflated as we just didn't want the day to end.

As we turned down a side street where cars had no access, we saw only half a dozen or so people stood outside Lengends and in front of the main entrance was one very dapper looking security guy and only a tiny L shaped barrier no more than 3m by 5m. Was this really the place where all the stars were going? As soon as we saw Sade looking as stunning as ever in a long white slim fit dress, walk up the road towards us, we knew, yes... this was the place and our only mission was to catch Bowie on the way in, or if he was already there, to catch him on the way out. We were in for a long night and only the excitement kept us warm.

Bob try his hardest to persuade an employee who had finished his shift at the club to sell or trade his uniform so that at least one of us could get in, but this guy wasn't having it. Valiant effort Bob! Daylight broke, and a few hours later the last of the guests left, the club locked up and no Bowie. Little did we know that he had flown back to New York after the concert. Though disappointed at not seeing our man, Bob and I were still buzzing as we felt privileged to be among only a few who can say that our Live Aid experience continued right through to Sunday. With so much to talk about we headed back to Bob's house and by the time we got home it must have been about 4pm. Our Live Aid adventure now over but never to be forgotten and very unlikely to ever be repeated.