Just The Ticket

Thousands of people awoke on Sunday morning before 9am raging with optimism and excitement. Phone locked between ear and shoulder, hands strategically placed on the keyboard, light refreshments to hand, militant desire, all hoping that it’d be the day they’d be one of the lucky few to obtain the holy grail of music tickets – Glastonbury 2011 tickets were onsale. 
 
I’ve never been to Glastonbury before, simply because I have never had the organisational skills required to think EIGHT months ahead and plan in OCTOBER for a festival in JUNE. How idle of me. This year, though, I was determined to get tickets. Every year, I watch the highlights on TV and wish I was there – especially considering last year’s special guest was only ruddy Thom Yorke. The other highlights for me this year from the comfort of my own home were Mumford & Sons, Florence & The Machine, Egyptian Hip Hop, Chapel Club, Snoop Dogg and The xx. BBC iPlayer really is a blessing. Although I managed to get to loads of other festivals this year, and saw almost everyone I would have wanted to see at Glastonbury, I imagine there is something different about watching them on Worthy Farm.
 
So, this all in mind, there I was on Sunday morning in the aforementioned state. Nothing was going to stop me. I was going to get that bloody ticket.
 
8.50 am – Think I’ll be a chancer and see if I can get through on the phone line before it opens. What? It’s already engaged. It’s not even open yet. What kind of person calls before it’s even… oh, right, bugger.
 
9 am Sharp - READY. GO! Click click click. Website crashes within seconds (This should have been my first clue of what was to come).
 
9.05 am - Briefly give up on website, remain optimistic and concentrate my efforts on the phone. Still engaged.
 
9.30 am – YES!!! I’ve been put on the waiting list. I realise later this achievement bought me no closer to securing tickets.
 
9.45 am – Refresh, Redial, Refresh, Redial.
 
10.15 am – Refresh, Redial, Refresh, Redial.
 
10.45 am – Getting bored now. Consider giving up. People are bragging on Twitter about getting tickets. Piss off.
 
11.30 am – Still no luck, Glasto community on twitter are saying tickets have sold out. Bollocks! I start getting angry at everyone around me. It’s definitely their fault. I officially give up. No festival is worth this.
 
11.31 am – I GET TICKETS! IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH ALL THIS!
 
So, although it wasn’t quite the peaceful Sunday morning I was hoping for, it was a successful one. As they always say, persistence is a virtue. Next year, the lovely people at See Tickets might want to consider using a better server, perhaps one that isn’t operating off cow dung – you eco-maniacs. Bring on June 2011! 

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