I Wanted Something To Cling To...
We made some light conversation with the people waiting, and if they're reading this...hello...thanks for coming.
Kelvin, the dude who runs the place, then told us that Moody wanted to change places with us, so WE'D be on last, which we weren't looking forward to...not because people leave before the last band to get their last bus, but because we'd have to wait, bundles of nerves, until that time.
So, we crapped it.
So, I was hanging around inside, and when I went outside I saw Juan and Mon coming up the road with Lorraine, Catherine and Mon's big brother, Paul. So, we hung around with them for a while until practically ALL the people we'd given tickets to arrived in one big group, freaking the absolute arse off me.
So, I kept running in and out because I was scared...
They let everybody inside, and we ended up sitting next to some drunk Canadian who should've been locked up in Alcatraz due to his intense insanity. He was chatting up Catherine and shouting "BNP Prick?!" at us, so we all moved away over to the other side of the Arena, which was scarier since all the people with our tickets were there...
What was even scarier for us was that we'd written individual quotes on each ticket, and they were all comparing them...I'm not a confident person, I'm pretty scared of things like that...I need something to cling to.