While I was conducting the researches for my novel, “Eddie must Die“, I needed to know some more detail about logistics and stage set for Iron Maiden, and on this purpose I emailed their management in London, asking to be put in touch with a member of staff. As it was predictable, they politely fucked me off, and, once shock passed, I sat in front of Google and typed something like “Iron Maiden roadie“, I can’t remember well.
