Originally posted on General Musings of an Idiot.
I’m sat typing feeling very summery. The sun has just set, there’s cider flowing, and I’m wearing my pinstriped-blue Hollister shirt, tucked into my new chinos with plaited belt. Just thought I’d share.
So, last night, Isobel and I finally got to see Miss Kylie Minogue at the O2 Arena, in London. But it wasn’t without plenty of drama.
We tried to get tickets in the original ballot, in September, with no luck. We nearly got tickets in the second ballot, but Isobel ran out of time on the Ticketmaster page, and it froze her out. Then we did get tickets, through Viagogo, on New Year’s Day – a late Christmas present to myself. At £85 a ticket, it was a steep asking price, but worth it to see Kylie. Risky, going through a third party, but nevertheless, we trusted them.
Fast forward three months, and on the 28th March, our tickets were on their way, and on a UPS van somewhere. Or were they?