RC got us tickets for the Amon Tobin show at The Roundhouse in Camden. Not being one for live music performances, generally, it was my first time there — and I was impressed! So clean, so civilised, so round! The visuals for the Amon Tobin show were pretty cool, too. Not so cool were having my feet stepped on, being crushed between other people’s bodies, and almost passing out from the body odor of the guy in front of me who insisted on lifting up his arms repeatedly to show his enthusiasm. (The main reasons I don’t go to concerts anymore, in fact.) You know what would be good inventions? An inflatable space saver, that you can inflate to hold your place when you need to go to the loo, or just need some extra personal space. Also, a sturdy, collapsible box that can be quickly assembled for short people to stand on, so we have a chance to see the stage.
Strategised last night, complete with highlighter, printouts and pre-typed up Session Codes for the tickets I wanted (Handball? Why not?). Main strategy was to go for the sports actually taking place in the Olympic Park, as opposed to some venue in southwest London. Got up at 5:50am to apply for second-chance Olympic tickets. Got my tickets selected, hit payment stage and as predicted:
Then:
Not alone:
And across the land there was the sound of sleep-deprived, uncaffeinated zombies refreshing their screens and hitting submit again en masse. I first hit submit at 6:02 and finally got the application in at 6:33am. I also learned a new word through Twitter: “shambolic”
Saturday morning juggling rehearsals in the courtyard!
Complete with stage patter and chatter. Very exciting, and this was *before* they lit those things on fire!