I need to be consistent with my blogs, otherwise WHAT IS THE POINT?!
I'm becoming lazy.
Anyway, we all journeyed down to good old Reading, minus one ticket but then what's the point of Touts?
Answer: NO POINT. NO POINT WHATSOEVER.
We figured £200-250 was a reasonable amount for them to charge for a ticket, so we weren't worried. Turns out they were asking Five Hundred.
How the fuck do they sleep at night? Talentless assholes leaching off the success of others.
Anyway this "nice" guy told us he would sell for £300, we just needed to wait for his friend to get off a "delayed" train.
Fast forward an hour and we are still there, idly slumped over various bags and making small talk with equally frustrated festival goers.
He then tells us that his friend is AT the festival, in the pub. Also turns out this friend was actually a guy who had been hovering about almost all the time we were waiting. So in a frantic, last minute blur we shoved into a taxi and chased this fragment of hope/truth/whatever. Obviously he wasn't at the god damn pub, so we went back, sold our two tickets and fucked off to London.
There's always a silver lining...
Got put up in the swankiest Hotel in London for a drastically reduced price (Ellie and her connections), our suite had an adjoining Conference Room, which we used to decide where to go out :)
And have our fairly WASP'y breakfast.
Also officially the first people to traipse into the Auldrige in Wellies.
So all in all a fairly bizarre 24 Hours!
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