February 1st

All go to the Stadium at 12:30. There are Blackhawk helicopters flying around. It would be easier to get in the White House.

Mainly shoot reportage black and white film. Go to the toilet by the dressing room, both doors (men and women's) are blocked by Beyonce's very big and very FAT security guard. I tell him to let me know when she's finished having a dump....

Walk to the stage with the band, security is unbelievable, we can't move.

Shoot the Panthers running off the field through the tunnel. Walk out on to the field, the vibe is hard to describe (I'm Jaded...). It's fantastic, people everywhere you turn to look, I've never seen anything like this. Get a GREAT picture of Steven flipping me off into the lens with everything around him. It was worth coming to Houston just to be on the field.

Straight to Bush airport to catch a flight to L.A. Get selected for random security check by the TSA... My God they are so stupid... I have millions of rolls of film and cameras and get asked "Why are you here, are you a photographer?"..... Fly to the sanity of Los Angeles.