Tour Memories (and occasional musings)

We’d heard via the Italian promoter, who is a member of one of the Facebook groups dedicated to Hanson, that more tickets had been sold for the Milan show and friends who had been to the venue had said that it was smaller and more welcoming than the Atlantico in Rome. By the time we arrived there - at around lunchtime, having just got straight off our train from Rome, there were already a few fans there, all of whom we either knew in person or via Facebook - a few had managed to get on an earlier train from Rome. A friend of mine, with whom I’d gone to the UK shows, had flown in from the U.K. to join me and my Italian friends for the last date of the tour. It was lovely to see a familiar face from my other ‘home’.  After getting our number and saying hello to everybody, we got a taxi to hotel to check in and get changed. We were back at the venue within the hour and the tour bus had just arrived. The walk was scheduled for 4 PM but as usual, it was pretty late when the guys emerge

The venue in Rome was in the most desolate depressing place in the outskirts of the city, and I was glad that there were 5 of us together because queuing there in the early hours of the morning on my own would have not been an option. The venue is inside this really big gated area and there is quite a long walk then to the actual building itself. So you can imagine how we’d all been worrying about having to run to the doors once the gates opened. We were all really hoping that security would do something to prevent this as the path was wide - it was basically a long driveway wide enough for lorries, tour buses etc, and it would have taken at least a couple of minutes to get to the doors - none of us is a sprinter and besides, it’s not a very dignified way to do it - we really didn’t want to have to run like a herd of bison! MOE was a much more civilised affair than the one I had attended in Birmingham. This time, Rebecca (who works for Hanson) came out to cross our names of the li