Preserved in hard plastic by my brother, the ticket for the first major band I ever saw.
I had to bunk school and catch the train to ensure I got to Manchester on time. My absence was noted, and upon my return to school the following day I received a weeks’ detention from my house master and a five minute lecture on the responsibilities of being President of the Student Council etc etc. ( My one major claim to fame as Student Pres: Soft toilet paper in the girls’ toilets! I was regarded as a hero for a short while.)
Once my serious grilling was finished and punishment dished out, he closed the detention register and said with a broad smile.
“So what was the concert like, then? I have always wanted to see the Stones, you lucky sod!”
The red thing in the bottom left hand corner? A rose petal.
The 45rpm record, Angie had just been released, and during performances of the song, Jagger would throw a bucket full of petals into the audience. I was within catching range!
Sentimental nonsense, I know, but I was a kid and these things were important!