Sorting through some recently forgotten photos, out pops an image of what may be the least desirable of concert memorabilia (spotted at The Police a few weeks ago): the ‘Not a Backstage Pass’.
The wearer announces to the world that they have no connections. They have not met Sting. Stuart Copeland is not their friend. Andy Summers doesn’t know they exist. They have not drunk cider with roadies.
Uploaded by mobile phone to Stephen Newton’s diary of sorts