yeaaah i know, the folks that reblogged it got it wrong, honest (see my original post http://bobben.tumblr.com/search/fountain)
i guess thats what happens in glasgow, people think all thats worth seeings in the west end. high street’s where its at ;)
has been the shiznit
so i sold some concert tickets on ebay (we had 2 spares). they sold on friday and the gig was this evening. posted them on friday with royal mail guaranteed next day delivery. plus £2 for saturday (thanks for that rm). the woman told me oooh because of this weather there are no guarantees now. which is ridiculous - it snowed for 5 hours one day and it has since ALL MELTED. and may i remark - has there ever been a scottish winter when it wasn’t below freezing quite often? N O . anyway, no guarantees but yea it should be there by tuesday. super. sat, sun, mon come and go. tuesday no word. i msg the buyer - are they there? get a reply - no they are no. shit on a stick. so its 7.30pm. the doors are open, the main band on at 9pm- they live in falkirk like 3/4 hour away. barra says if you have proof of purchase you’ll maybe get in - good enough, the buyers get in a car and leg it, i print off stuarts email history and pages from ticketmaster,ebay and a picture of the tickets (who got sent to their demise at the bottom of postman pats mailbag) and the extra tickety type reference bit. the buyer arrives and at 5 to 9 and i shove this all at her (including a delightful hand scrawled note trying to be persuasive to the bouncers signed and all) and she runs off to the gig…
bling bing bing-de-ping! i have a text
“we got in thanks so much :)”
moral victory over royal mail complete. ahh
just made a grace kelly look-a-like updo :/ MURDER MYSTERY SOON!