Divine Providence..?
I'm not one for religion.
I'm not one for anything remotely organised so religion is an instant out for me. As for fate, I'm not big into that either (it's the whole "predetermined" thing; I'd like to know I'm screwing up of my own accord and not because that's how it's been planned). However sometimes things happen which make me wonder.
Take today for example; I lucked out with two tickets for a gig that I didn't think I'd be able to go to.
Technically I did have a ticket, though thanks to an unfortunate series of events, it never made it to my grubby mitts. The mate who'd purchased them suffered an accident involving a cab, his wallet (where he kept the tickets) and a surfeit of cider. On top of this of course the gig had sold out, hence the venue laughed loudly when matey phoned up to see if he could get replacements. It's easy to see why I was resigned to missing the show.
So far, so ordinary. A drunk guy with 4 tickets for a gig manages to lose them and the venue won't replace them. But I was especially gutted as I missed the band in their NME slot back in January; when I got the bad news that the tickets had gone west I spent several minutes crying into my Guinness.
Some time passes; the gig is still sold out, there's not a ticket to be had and I've blanked it from my mind. And last week I find out that, thanks to Sky & the Premier League, the Portsmouth v's Arsenal game has been rescheduled to silly o'clock on the same evening as the gig. The upshot of this is that 2 season ticket holders can't go, so this morning I got offered the spare tickets. One for me, one for Matey The Wallet-Loser.
Yay for me. But there were 4 of us going originally, what about tickets for the other 2 guys?
That'd be the other 2 guys who didn't go all that much on the band when we saw them last year (but raved about them after the NME gig, natch). That'd also be the 2 guys who are also season ticket holders for Pompey so are likely to go to the game rather than the gig.
Cue the Eddie Murphy style "Aha!"
OK, so maybe it's not divine providence, maybe it's more poetic wossname. Who knows, but it filled up some space here (and freed up some space in my brain). And I get to see Franz Ferdinand again, which is nice.
I'm not one for anything remotely organised so religion is an instant out for me. As for fate, I'm not big into that either (it's the whole "predetermined" thing; I'd like to know I'm screwing up of my own accord and not because that's how it's been planned). However sometimes things happen which make me wonder.
Take today for example; I lucked out with two tickets for a gig that I didn't think I'd be able to go to.
Technically I did have a ticket, though thanks to an unfortunate series of events, it never made it to my grubby mitts. The mate who'd purchased them suffered an accident involving a cab, his wallet (where he kept the tickets) and a surfeit of cider. On top of this of course the gig had sold out, hence the venue laughed loudly when matey phoned up to see if he could get replacements. It's easy to see why I was resigned to missing the show.
So far, so ordinary. A drunk guy with 4 tickets for a gig manages to lose them and the venue won't replace them. But I was especially gutted as I missed the band in their NME slot back in January; when I got the bad news that the tickets had gone west I spent several minutes crying into my Guinness.
Some time passes; the gig is still sold out, there's not a ticket to be had and I've blanked it from my mind. And last week I find out that, thanks to Sky & the Premier League, the Portsmouth v's Arsenal game has been rescheduled to silly o'clock on the same evening as the gig. The upshot of this is that 2 season ticket holders can't go, so this morning I got offered the spare tickets. One for me, one for Matey The Wallet-Loser.
Yay for me. But there were 4 of us going originally, what about tickets for the other 2 guys?
That'd be the other 2 guys who didn't go all that much on the band when we saw them last year (but raved about them after the NME gig, natch). That'd also be the 2 guys who are also season ticket holders for Pompey so are likely to go to the game rather than the gig.
Cue the Eddie Murphy style "Aha!"
OK, so maybe it's not divine providence, maybe it's more poetic wossname. Who knows, but it filled up some space here (and freed up some space in my brain). And I get to see Franz Ferdinand again, which is nice.
