Quel-fucking-suprise. Is there anyone out there that believed for one moment that it would be ready? Apart from the FA’s publicity machine that is.
This is a disaster of simply catastrophic proportions. I’d even secured an advanced ticket for the main event through one of my dodgy contacts (the less said the better, but my ticket acquisition involves drugs, illicit sex, and a polaroid camera). I paid through the nose for it, but hey, this is surely one of those once in a lifetime experiences everyone talks about?
I thought long and hard about getting the ticket, I really did. I don’t like paying over the odds for anything, let alone crossing the palm of some dodgy ticket tout with silver. I was also sure that Wembley wouldn’t be full of real fans anyway, so the atmosphere would be a bit lacking. In all likelihood, the significance of the event would ensure it’d be just ordinary people wanting to tell the grandkids they were there. You know, trying claim a little slice of history just for yourself? Understandable I guess when you consider the enormity of the event.
Anyway, I got the ticket, and I’ve had the date stencilled in the diary for a while now, but as of today it’s in danger. If I miss it due to the incompetence of the building contractors I will be truly livid.
It’s not every day you get to see Take That performing back together again.
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