A few friends convene at my flat in Bethnal Green to watch England get knocked out by Germany in the Semi-finals of Euro 96. (6-5 on penalties).
The joyous atmosphere evaporated as Gareth Southgate missed his penalty and talk turned to the coming week. The frivolous nature of my life was mocked when I announced that the following day I was going up in a hot air balloon with an unknown band called ‘The Spice Girls’
6am and Muff Fitzgerald (the press officer) and I head out of London to meet the girls. Our departure point, a field in Hertfordshire is enveloped in fog and the balloon pilot insists we must wait for it to clear.
Anxious to get ‘something in the bag’, I suggest a couple of frames in the mist.
Not yet the well oiled machine they would become, this, there first press shoot was an awkward affair until, unbeknown to me, Muff decided to drop his trousers and moon at them from behind my camera.
After an hour at a service station drinking coffee we finally achieve lift off. I’d hired a fish-eye lens and had to sit on the edge of our little wicker basket to get everyone in the picture.
A memorable shoot ended with us crashing in a ploughed field.