Actually, scrap quite angry. Fucking fuming. And my anger has not abated over the past 12 hours. The reason is thus:
The DiS Fopp show last night. I was beyond excited about seeing Late Of The Pier - probably the most excited about seeing one single band in a long, long time. So, a free show in the centre of London? PERFECT!
Thinking it was going to be a little bit busy, I got to Fopp about 15-30 minutes earlier than 7pm, to make sure I could get in. A little nerdy, but hey, it's a record shop so I had browsing time beforehand.
Doors were advertised as being at 7pm. At 7.30, with a queue of kids waiting patiently in the basement of the shop for the shutters to the 'venue' to open, I started to notice that the aformentioned kids were all wearing some form of wristband. Where does one get this? I wondered to myself.
So I spoke to some bloke. As did another 20 or so people while I was there. And this polite gentleman from Fopp informed us that yes, you had to have a wristband to get in, and they had all gone hours earlier.
Hours. So, I left work early, spent money on a travelcard, lost more than three hour of my life waiting and travelling for no fucking reason and couldn't get in to see a band I had been looking forward to for weeks - even though there was no mention of any wristbands at all on the article on this very website yesterday afternoon.
Utterly, utterly pathetic. I don't know whose fault it is, and frankly I don't care. Both parties should have spoken more to each other at the outset to fucking sort out exactly what the fucking deal was.
Maybe if people on DiS had spent less fucking time organising the Maccabees forum and actually making sure that people who they'd advertised a gig to could actually get in to it, I wouldn't be sitting here getting angrier.