A funny story about Glastonbury and some morons
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If I didn't laugh at this story, I'd cry. And since I need a laugh, I thought I'd share it with you; maybe you'll even crack a smile too. So it was October 2019, the month that Glastonbury 2020 tickets were going live. We've been wanting to go for the last five years, but have been unsuccessful every year - but this year felt different. There was an optimism shrouding this year. We got up bright and early, sorted our emails and postcodes onto a central spreadsheet ready to copy and paste and browsers already open waiting. Wait over. We missed them again. Arse. But this didn't clear the optimism, not at all. We were going at any cost. We entered competitions and asked friends to see if we could find someone on the inside but to no avail. After a few weeks, I was browsing the Glastonbury website and saw that there were limited press tickets available to established media companies set to be released in February 2020. This was our way in. We grafted every night for three months to fill the site content and make us look big. Refining the website, recruiting photographers, going out to review gigs; it was intense but great. Thriving off the momentum, we had the logo tattoed on our chest as there was 'no way that we weren't going'. February came and we submitted our application, then sat and waited... THEN BAM. The virus that shut down the world replied to us. We weren't going. Not to Glastonbury, not to any event. And now we're stuck with these tattoos. We've opened up the exact application we sent to Glastonbury for our press presses live on our site. Check it out if you want, it goes into more depth and is naively refreshing. Maybe next year... [link] [comments] |
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