Brush with greatness
2002 01 05
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One freezing winter night after just recovering from an intensely bad cold - and I do mean just - I thought I'd take my meagre supply of money and trot off to Toronto to try and scalp some tickets to see the Smashing Pumpkins. Some friends of mine were going, so I thought I might find them.
I got to the club (a miracle in itself considering it was in Greek town, an area I'm none too familiar with) and stood outside for a few hours waiting and watching and listening to the absolutely outrageous rates the scalpers were charging people.
I purchased a lovely cup of coffee for warmth of my hands as much as warmth of my innards, and stood about some more. I got royally tired of that, and watching for the friends I figured I'd long since missed, and went around to the front door of the club.
The ticket booth is located in a rather large foyer that one can stand in whether you have tickets or not. I went up to the ticket booth - knowing my friends were on the guest list - and said:
"Hiya, I don't have a ticket myself, but I just want to check if my friends have gone in already."
The nice young lady looked at the list and told me that they had indeed gone in.
"Shit," I think to myself, and begin to walk away from the booth. I figured I'd just go home and such. As I started to walk away from the booth the young lady called me back and said:
"I'm not supposed to do this, but..." and passed me a ticket to go in to see the concert. That, I can honestly say, was one of the more surprising things that's ever happened to me; and certainly a great stroke of luck and fortune. Fortune does indeed favour the bold.
I went in and wandered around, eventually finding my friends who were quite surprised to find me there. I told them what had happened in the lobby, and it turns out the girl at the ticket booth was someone that one of my friends had gone to summer camp with when they were kids. 'Tis a small, small world, is it not?
The only other notable occurances were the fact that it's probably the only (from what I've heard from others) good live show the Pumpkins ever did; and the fact that at one point I turned 'round to go get a beer and was face to face (err, chest) with Damon Albarn, lead singer of Blur.
He's bloody tall, that boy.