The memory of making sweet love to Dido on her tourbus....no, wait, that was my dream last night.
I'm not one for memorabilia, or meeting the artist for that matter, although when the Beautiful South played Cork last winter Paul Heaton was at the stage entrance after the show and my wife got all giddy, which is so unlike her to be honest, so I went up and asked him to sign the ticket stub, which he most graciously did for us. That's my one and only item, which I've probably inadvertantly thrown out anyway.
But markie wins though, hands down.
