I have just had one of the worst nights of my life. To my delight on Thursday I found a fan through Twitter search who couldn't make it to the show at Troxy in London tonight, and who was kindly willing to give away his ticket for free to another fan who could name a favourite PJ song closest to his own. Luckily I got the ticket by saying my favourite song was The Devil. He agreed to send his ticket to me by first class post and he did so on Saturday. The ticket did not arrive on time today (Monday) so he provided me with the ticket number and barcode. I knew it was slightly risky but I went to the venue anyway with these bits of info and the kind man's name, thinking they would be able to find his details on the database. The journey was over an hour one way from where I live in Camberwell. When I got there the box office staff requested the booking reference number, which I did not have. I told them this and that being someone I found on twitter I could not contact the man easily (I described him as a friend of a friend to make my case more convincing). They told me to try and contact him so I sent him another message on twitter from an internet cafe. I received no reply.
At this point they had over 10 envelopes left for people on the guestlist who hadn't turned up yet, including +1s potentially over 20 tickets. By 9.30, 45 minutes into PJ Harvey's set the box office people called it a day and took off. At this point the head of security ushered me out of the lobby, being totally unsympathetic and telling me to leave even though I, as a 21 year old man who rarely cries, was welling up. Devastated, I stood by the door, hoping they would find it in their heart to let me in for the final songs, as there were still those unused tickets. The staff just stood inside, staring at me, one girl who worked behind the box office was gently grinning, as if to say I was stupid and ridiculous to expect them to believe me. I had never felt so rejected and experienced how cold people can be
This is in addition to just 3 weeks ago, I lost a Nokia E71 worth over £200 at the Queen of Hoxton in Hoxton. I wanted to re-enter to look for it but as it was the security's policy not to let people re-enter, they flatly refused despite the fact what I lost was very valuable. The security manager even told me ' I don't fucking care, you are acting like a cunt', when what I said to him was something along the lines of 'Mate, I've lost my phone, can I go in and look'. At the moment I have lost all faith in humanity.