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Friday 28 September 2012

Pink faced.. they should be!

I can't for the life of me, work out, how we can (supposedly) send a man to the moon, communicate with the other side of the world in mere seconds and track a stolen vehicle to within metres of its location and yet we still can't work out how to sell tickets to events, fairly and easily?

I could cite the one thing that let us down with the Olympics, ticket sales, but what I am actually taking about it my attempt to get Pink tickets, for the tour next Spring.

The tickets went on sale at 9am this morning and I was ready by quarter to... but by the time I got through at 9.06, the only tickets left were the ones tucked right on the side, and very high up, meaning that you not only get vertigo, but also a stiff neck! Seriously, how did so many tickets get snaffled up so quickly and do you really belive they are all now owned by Pink fans? I think not! The cynic in me believes that most of these tickets will be on sale either at the door or via online auction in the weeks running up to the concerts themselves.

So here I am, not able to buy the high level tickets that are left as I really do have a problem with heights, and now unable to see Pink in concert! I am annoyed with the system that can't seem to cope with such a simple requirement, tickets for genuine fans and not touts.

Oh well, I will get off my soap box now (it's a little high for me anyway), a little pink faced, but resigned to the fact that I will probably end up seeing it on the telly... until we evolve our purchasing systems that is...

I wish you all luck in your search for your ticket of personal choice – you're going to need it.

Tuesday 25 September 2012

The bookfrog

In some countries, many children can't attend school unless they can provide their own notepads and writing utensils. So it was my pleasure, as a part of my recent trip to Madagascar, to try to do a little good while I was there and to provide rural village children with pencils and books.