All she could hear was screaming…

I was only 11 and, although I now love The Beatles, it was my sister, about 14 at the time, who really wanted to go. Our mum and dad wouldn’t let her; they thought she was too young and worried she might get crushed.

“You’ll be able to hear them from the back garden anyway,” they said, as our garden backed onto the houses behind the Azena on Charnock Hall Road.

All she could hear was screaming, and occasionally the bass.