Fit to be tied.

SO: The Pogues pre-sale was a non-event.

Turns out the e-mail I got that informed me of the presale was a MISTAKE. Ticketmaster fucked up, they weren't even HANDLING the presale. In a moment of urgency, I threw up a hail mary, and sent a reply to the original e-mail that they'd sent to inform me about the presale, basically saying "HELP - the presale isn't working."

I actually got some help, a kind person at the other end actually replied to me, saying they were looking into it. A few hours later, I got another e-mail from this kind and wonderful human being, (thank you Dana, whoever you are), and it turns out that you had to sign up for a presale through the Pogues web site. That sale started at 6pm.

At 6pm on the dot, I logged in, asked for 4 tickets in the higher price range, and it said it couldn't process it because either they didn't have four in that range at all or 4 in the same row...didn't specify. Went back to try for two tickets, and was informed that the entire pre-sale was SOLD OUT. So, by 6:01pm, the entire presale was over.

Well, I'm no fucking fool. I know exactly what happened. FUCKING TICKET BROKERS got all the presale tickets...in one minute. Now they will be re-selling them, at HUGELY inflated prices, to desperate people who will have no choice...and NEVER DID have a chance to buy the tickets at the regular price, through legal means.

Something must be done. Something must be done.

Ticket brokers, I hate you. You suck, and you will go to hell when you die. Every last fucking one of you. Yes, I'm looking at YOU.

I WILL get tickets to this concert, despite you cunts. I don't care that Shane McGowan is practically DEAD and hasn't a tooth left in his mouth. I don't care that they're all old and past their prime. I WILL see the Pogues. If I have to stab a scalper outside the show with his own hard, jagged soul and steal his tickets...I will.