Day: January 23, 2004

Funny. I think I’ve heard this before… Oh yes, it’s this I’m thinking of, isn’t it. Another victory for reasoned debate, then.

Set yer alarm clocks, kids: Tickets for this year’s Glastonbury festival go onsale at 8pm on Thursday 1st April (although it might be worth checking nearer the time if last year is anything to go by–when they quietly changed the date to the day before, had around 3 people answering the phone line and ran www.aloud.com on a ZX Spectrum).

I notice that the NME report on this story (here) says that “tickets go on sale at 8pm on April 1 2004 and will only available through the telephone ticketline 0870 830 2004 or through a link at the official festival site glastonburyfestivals.co.uk.” That’s funny, I wonder why they don’t mention that www.aloud.com will be selling tickets. It couldn’t be something to do with the fact that www.aloud.com is the website of an EMAP publication, and thus one of IPC-published NME’s major rivals. Surely not…

Angel and Jon came over to visit us last night, and they accompanied Sally and I on our second trip to the world of randomness that is the Hemingford Arms (don’t forget to close that window now!)

This time we sat in a different corner of the pub, further away from the comedy vaulting mannequin, but in a suitable spot to inspect the dangling accordions, assorted stuffed animals and classical statues with anachronistic headgear.

As well as offering me the chance to bump into the poshest person I knew at Bristol, someone I hadn’t seen for probably 4 years, navy Hugo, briefly released from his Plymouth-based submarine captivity, the pub also unexpectedly provided us with a short but challenging pub quiz. Our score was respectable, but didn’t trouble the leading teams. I think I will be back to try again.

Afterwards, I was slightly drunk. Which might explain the two stolen pint glasses in our kitchen this morning, and also the vivid dream I had in which I conceived an entire advertising campaign for digital radio to be shown on the BBC.