The only exercise I got yesterday was my bloody fingers, as I clickclickclicked the Radiohead website for over SEVEN HOURS, trying to buy concert tickets.
The tickets go on proper sale this Saturday, but at 12.00 PM yesterday they had a strictly limited Pre-Sale for diehard geeks like me who have nothing better to do than sit all day in front of a computer. Chaos ensued. There was so many stupid geeks all over the world trying purchase stupid tickets that the stupid website crashed over and over and over again. The tickets page would load, but then it would freeze. Or the buttons wouldn’t load. Or it would ask you for a password when noone has a password. Or it wouldn’t let you add tickets to the basket. Or it would just be a complete bastard. For over seven hours.
Would you believe I finally got through at 7.37 PM. And by then the shows I wanted were gone. There’s a show in Edinburgh in August, but we’ll be out of town then. So I was gunning for London. Cheap flights with BMI, crash at sisters house, beautiful. But by the time I got through, London was sold out! Plenty of tickets for Edinburgh though, d’oh!
So okay, I’ll go to Blackpool! Even though the cheapest train ticket I found to get there was £80. Sold out.
Okay then, Wolverhampton! I don’t even know where that it is! Sold out too.
I was this close to booking for Amsterdam or Copenhagen until sanity prevailed.
I was happy to see that lovely Jude got tickets out of that godawful process. It’s nice to see a real person with the goods, rather than those shonky fuckwits who are now selling them on eBay for five times the price.
Now I will go through this crazy trauma again on Saturday morning as I try my luck with Ticketmaster.
You may be wondering what’s the hullabullo? But there are few things I am truly passionate about in life that aren’t edible, and one of those is Radiohead.
In fact, last time I saw them in 2003, I was soooo hyperexcited that I forgot to eat all day long. Yes that’s right, me, Dietgirl, forgot to eat. And the outcome of that was that I actually passed out cold, a dead faint, right there in the middle of the mosh pit in Glasgow, knocking over two skinny chicks on my way to the floor. I am a dedicated fan, you see.
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I lost 1.4 kilos this week, just under half of that pesky Lisbon Chocolate Binge blasted away. This week I am going to work on my portions issue. It ain’t half as healthy if you eat double, kids!