It's Sunday and the alarm was set for 8am!
UNBLOODYBELIEVABLE
We're on a MISSION.
NO SLEEPING ON TOUR!!
GOTTA GET TICKETS FOR GLASTONBURY 2011
We had brekky and cranked up the computers.
The washing up was dumped in the sink.
Some continuous music was put on - nice!
A lovely big pot of coffee was placed close by.
We were TOOLED UP.
READY?
READY!
We settle in for our vigil. MeWally running 2 simultaneous screens, me on one screen, a mobile and a land line.
The land line had a message, bits of which I caught with every attempt to connect to the Festival switchboard.
The message went thus: (join in, we all know it)
'Pheeeeweeeoooo, This is a BT announcement. The telephone network is busy at the moment. Please try again later. You have not been charged for this call. Pheeeeweeeoooo'.
This is what I heard, as I randomly dipped in and out of her message. I rang off the moment I knew it was her and not a member of the festival team. Ringing of so abruptly fragmented her offering.
BT MESSAGE - MY REPLY (in my head, obviously)!
Please call - I am.
No charge - Charge? I don't mind paying. In fact, I'll pay ANYTHING if you'll just connect me.
Could not - Oh yes you could. Here, take money, cards, MY SOUL.
Please - Ok, Pleeeeeease.
Busy - Whaduyumean, BUSY? You're busy? What about me? My arse is numb, my carpel tunnel's killing - in both wrists and YES, I'm busy, but, unlike you, I'm not getting paid.
Moment please -No, no more moments. My shoulder's hurting from holding this damn phone to my ear for OVER 3 HOURS and you GLIBLY ask for 'a moment'. PA!
T announcement - Oh, how I could use a tea, and a pee. TIPI LOL.Tipi village. GIVE ME TICKETS. NOW!!!! Bet you've got a cuppa and loo right there. SOB : (
Have not - Liar, you're swimming in tea over there in phone land.
Pheeeeweeooo - Well, how RUDE. I guess I won that one.
HEY!
Where are my TICKETS
I won
RIGHT
?
Meanwhile, with a regular click from me, the screen kept recycling this jaunty 'oops' message.
Trust me, after three and a half hours, it looses its' naive charm.
The moby carried on doing its' own thing. It doesn't need me. Doesn't get through either.
Suddenly, there it was, on my little screen, a message from FESTIVAL CENTRAL, closely followed by the other screens. A mere three hours and thirty five minutes after we had glued our arses to our seats.
We haven't got tickets, of course, simply a place in a QUEUE for tickets. We crossed everything in the hope that 2 of the few remaining tickets would come our way. MeWally screen watched.
I went for a weeeeeee!!!
I took the land line with me, fully expecting to get through the moment I relaxed. When else would I get through? And me with no particulars on me - oo er nurse!.
When I got back, MeWally was in the middle of filling in a form.
Yippeeeeee!!!!
We sat down at 9am. Here's the time as the form was sent.
All was a blur through my joyful haze.
Then, following a swift recovery, straight onto the camper bus site.
After all the excitement, we got realistic.......
WE'LL NEED SOMEWHERE TO SLEEP : )
Blumin brilliant! Me got tickets too. And had the same joyful time getting them as you did ...although I got lucky and just did the whole re-dial thing on the phone and refresh on the computer for 58 minutes before i managed to buy my tickets - even then it was exhausting but exhilarating too! ....be great to hook up! xxx
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