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Once upon a time, it was easy - you'd see a show you wanted to attend, you'd ring the venue box office, or go in person, and there'd be a bored middle-aged woman in the booth who didn't give a toss whether you wanted to see Star Wars or Elton John being buggered by a horse, she'd just sell you a ticket, no sweat.
These days, why is it such a fucking run-around? All I want to do is see Black Sabbath next week, they'll be average, Ozzy will be reading the lyrics to War Pigs off a teleprompter, and Bill Ward might not even be there, but still, I want to go.
Tickets went on sale this morning at 9am. Being the diligent sort, I was up with the lark, ready to get one. Not 12, not 100, but 1, single, solitary ticket. Oh, but it's not that easy. For starters, the venue website has no proper phone number, just an "infoline", voiced by a droning Brummy who tells you nothing. You have to buy tickets through Ticketmaster or another similar gang of pirates. At 9am, I was there, clicking like Wilksy-Baby when he's on some Man-Love beefy hunk in tight Speedos website. It will be of no surprise that all I got was error messages, time and again before the inevitable Sold Out one popped up. Cunts
Undeterred, I read that tickets were available, at the door, cash only, 2 per person. Perfect. No way of checking any tickets were left, but I zipped over to Brum anyway. When I finally find the venue (because it is now called the Academy, but is nowhere near the Academy I saw Sabbath at 10 years ago - when I rocked up to the Box Office on the night and got in with no problem) what do I find? Sold Out. Cunts.
TicketMaster, however, are now merrily linking to tickets for that gig priced at, wait for it, £120+. Fuck me, I thought the face value of £45 was steep. My conclusion is that some cunt at TicketMaster swiped all the tickets and is making a fat profit on the side. Cunts, utter cunts.
This is why people like me, who have been going to gigs for 30 years, don't bother any more. Fuck them, fuck TicketMaster and fuck the cunts who bought tickets to flog on straight away.
These days, why is it such a fucking run-around? All I want to do is see Black Sabbath next week, they'll be average, Ozzy will be reading the lyrics to War Pigs off a teleprompter, and Bill Ward might not even be there, but still, I want to go.
Tickets went on sale this morning at 9am. Being the diligent sort, I was up with the lark, ready to get one. Not 12, not 100, but 1, single, solitary ticket. Oh, but it's not that easy. For starters, the venue website has no proper phone number, just an "infoline", voiced by a droning Brummy who tells you nothing. You have to buy tickets through Ticketmaster or another similar gang of pirates. At 9am, I was there, clicking like Wilksy-Baby when he's on some Man-Love beefy hunk in tight Speedos website. It will be of no surprise that all I got was error messages, time and again before the inevitable Sold Out one popped up. Cunts
Undeterred, I read that tickets were available, at the door, cash only, 2 per person. Perfect. No way of checking any tickets were left, but I zipped over to Brum anyway. When I finally find the venue (because it is now called the Academy, but is nowhere near the Academy I saw Sabbath at 10 years ago - when I rocked up to the Box Office on the night and got in with no problem) what do I find? Sold Out. Cunts.
TicketMaster, however, are now merrily linking to tickets for that gig priced at, wait for it, £120+. Fuck me, I thought the face value of £45 was steep. My conclusion is that some cunt at TicketMaster swiped all the tickets and is making a fat profit on the side. Cunts, utter cunts.
This is why people like me, who have been going to gigs for 30 years, don't bother any more. Fuck them, fuck TicketMaster and fuck the cunts who bought tickets to flog on straight away.
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