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I just got back from seeing Belle and Sebastian. It was sold out ages ago, and I didn't have a ticket, and I just decided today that I wanted to go. So I went. I got to the Octagon forty minutes before doors, and, purely out of curiosity, asked a scalper how much he was selling them for. Forty quid! Forty flipping quid! Face value is £18.50. Then some guy who saw this conversation came up to me and said he had a spare ticket. "Name your price and I'll sell it to you," he said. I could have said £10, but I felt a bit bad about that, so I said £15... heh, me and my unbelief. Methinks there's a life lesson there. Later, I found a girl trying to sell two tickets. She went up to the same scalper as I'd spoken to, and was offered £10 for the two of them. She was a bit intimidated to try and sell to normal people, so I helped her out, and managed to get her face value for them. You make your own luck in this game.
The gig was really good. The support (Brakes) were crap. Apparently that's the point. Maybe I just don't get it. Pin that last sentence on the end of my review if you want to print something, Kathryn. I'm well aware it might make me look a bit dense, but I don't care, it'll be amusing for people to read.
I resisted the temptation to join the hardcore fans on the barrier, and instead leant against the PA barrier, right at the back in the centre to get the best sound. This lead to one of the gig highlights, when Stuart, the lead singer, jumped off the stage and walked straight towards me through the crowd while the rest of the band were playing a long introduction, then he gently pushed me aside, sat up on the barrier where I'd been standing, and sang a song, with me grinning right next to him. I think the song was Your Cover's Blown. Actually, I was grinning all the way through the gig. It was just that kind of show.
They had this tendancy to go into long conversations between songs. They were all rather amusing conversations. Like the girl at the front who was sucking her thumb. Or rather, thucking her sumb.
The gig was really good. The support (Brakes) were crap. Apparently that's the point. Maybe I just don't get it. Pin that last sentence on the end of my review if you want to print something, Kathryn. I'm well aware it might make me look a bit dense, but I don't care, it'll be amusing for people to read.
I resisted the temptation to join the hardcore fans on the barrier, and instead leant against the PA barrier, right at the back in the centre to get the best sound. This lead to one of the gig highlights, when Stuart, the lead singer, jumped off the stage and walked straight towards me through the crowd while the rest of the band were playing a long introduction, then he gently pushed me aside, sat up on the barrier where I'd been standing, and sang a song, with me grinning right next to him. I think the song was Your Cover's Blown. Actually, I was grinning all the way through the gig. It was just that kind of show.
They had this tendancy to go into long conversations between songs. They were all rather amusing conversations. Like the girl at the front who was sucking her thumb. Or rather, thucking her sumb.