...that I played guitar (and sang) in public for the first time.
My friends and I were at the pub having a few pints and they had a band playing that night - Charlie & Di had got married that day. My mate Geoff asked if we could do a song when they went on their break and they agreed but we could only do one song. My brother disappeared and came back 20 mins later with my guitar, Geoff borrowed one from the band, Mark used the bass and my brother fucked about with the drum machine.
H hour arrived and by democratic means, ie they all picked on me, I was volunteered to sing. We decided on Same Old Blues by Lynyrd Skynyrd primarily because it's a piece of piss to play but I had no idea what the words were. Geoff had to write them on a sheet of paper and celotape them to the mic. In the meantime, I'm chucking Jack Daniels down my throat like there was no tomorrow.
We fucked up the intro, got through the verses, Geoff played a blinding guitar solo, we fucked up the ending and still got a decent round of applause.
Geoff left the stage, straight in to the toilet and threw up - the wuss!! That's when we realised that Wembley was probably out of the question.
Ah, I remember it if it was yesterday.