My crummy record with Tickets

Let me begin with saying I love music festivals, they make me feel more excited than almost anything. I think I have an odd experience with festivals having experienced them from the point of laying at them, going as a youngster, going sober, going definitively not sober and many other combinations in between.

I don't however want to write about music festivals, I've done it before and always enjoy writing about them after the events, and seeing as I haven't had the chance to enjoy a festival in a while there is little point.

I instead just wanted to share something about my odd relationship with tickets for festivals. It seems odd but I think there are enough incidents to make it noteworthy. It probably started the year I went to Witnness (back when it wasn't Oxegen) and was getting a lift with my friend who lives on the top of (literally) the mountains.To get to her house I had to get one bus from Greystones to Bray and then one from there half way up a mountain. I distinctly remember that the jeans I was wearing had pockets which weren't quite deep enough for my ticket which was in them. I remember checking before I got on the first bus, and on the second as well that the ticket was safe and sound.A third check when I got off the bus up the mountain also made sure I still had my ticket. I didnt however check as I was getting into the car to drive down. It was only when we got to Punchestown that I discovered my ticket was missing, ulp. So mission "find my ticket" swung into effect with my friends uncle and sister combing the hedgerows of a long Wicklow road to find it, which they did. The start of an epic weekend.

Not so epic is my record with Electric Picnic tickets. There was a case where I lost a ticket I had promised to someone, and tickets I forgot to sell. Worse is that twice in two years I have bought tickets (note the plural) and then suddenly not needed more than one. Last year I ended up tossing €500 worth of ticket in the river after a particularly nasty incident/argument with someone, and this year I bought tickets (again not plural) only to find that in no uncertain terms I would not be needing the second one. Last year my skin was saved by the fact a friend of mine was working in a pr company and couldn't go, and swapped me her ticket in exchange for some advice on a client, this year I am not so sure I'm getting out so easily.

Well I almost got a little too personal at the end of that, but cryptic is the way I'll leave it. Also if you are the person keeping semi-regular eye on this blog from Brooklyn drop me a line, I'm trying to work out who you might be but my initial theory is incorrect. I'm curious.



A weird sky on a weird day a few weeks ago.