I remember being in London in the summer of 89. It was the day after i had lost my glasses in the pit at the Butthole Surfer show, and I couldn't see a thing, but i was walking around my London neighborhood anyway. I saw a big long line of people, and assumed they were in line to catch busses to the Reading Festival, judging by the punk-rawk way many of them were dressed.
Some closer snooping led me to discover that they were actually in a long line for a Nick Cave book signing. I ran home, grabbed my camera, and snapped a couple of photos.