*Listening to Angus and Julia Stone – And The Boys EP*
Today was the day Kings of Leon tickets hit the e-shelves for their big Hyde Park gig. I say today, it was for about 10 seconds. I say hit the e-shelves, I’m not even sure they opened the doors. How do sixty-odd thousand tickets get sold so quickly? And how come I was sat here early and still got about as close to getting a ticket as Roy Keane will to Manager Of The Year? (Actually, most of Norfolk will vote for him at this rate.)
I suppose Virgin Media could take the brunt of my annoyance. When downloading iTunes again the other day it turned out it was actually quicker to walk to California, set up a meeting with Steve Jobs, tell him the iPad is pointless, set up another meeting this time with Steve Wozniak to ask for an iTunes disk and the walk back again. On my hands. Through custard. Carrying Andy Fordham.
Alas today, the internet connection seemed OK, good almost. So now who could I blame?
Twenty-five minutes of unavailable, unavailable, unavailable, the screen finally succumbed to a little red bit of text saying SOLD OUT. I got up at 8.30 for this. On a day off. And I’ve only had one coffee today.
*Listening to Gaslight Anthem – ’59 Sound*
Well what a pathetic day, eh? You could count the amount games on a bumpkin’s hand, only a meagre six games get past a bit of snow.
There’s only one reason why the games have fallen foul to the weather – the lack of the orange football. (As me Dad hastened to add, “And open terracing and cups of Bovril.” So just hand out a cup of Bovril on entry and all will be gravy, so to speak.) As soon as the FA used to get out the orange Mitre sphere, the whole nation sighed a sigh of relief knowing they were not only going to be a able to see the ball, but watch a full game of snowy football.
If the goalkeepers are a little worried about feeling the cold, they can always ask Gábor Király where he goes shopping. And the rest of the side can do a Rusty and pop into the club shop and buy yourself some nice Yella’n'Green gloves.
Us fans are going to turn up if the “surrounding areas are unsafe,” after all, we’ll even go watch in Cardiff. Those surrounding areas are less than safe but we grin and bear it. The weather’s always a problem that we just accept and complain about; getting there, sitting there and then leaving.