I’m not a big fan of Live 8, for a whole host of reasons, none of which I’m going to bother listing here, although I can reveal that the words ‘sanctimonious’, ‘arse’, ‘megalomania’ and ‘UBfuckingForty’ would feature prominently in my rant, were I to write one.
So who wants my tickets?
I’m not going to sell them, as this kind of free market behaviour is apparently despised by greasy-haired hero Dr Bob Geldof, even though he insists on the presence of freedom of trade as a necessary condition of the assistance to Africa that he advocates. It’s all too confusing, and my head hurts.
So I’m going to swap them. What for? Well, that bit’s up to you. I’ll consider anything.
- Got something to offer? Then leave a comment – be sure to leave your e-mail address. I won’t publish this online, but I will need it to contact you if you’re the lucky winner
- Nothing illegal, please
- I retain the right to ignore all suggestions and attend the event with an attractive lady, should I ever meet one who can bear my company
On your marks, get set, go.
29.06.05: And the winner is… Well, this is going to be a great disappointment to everyone, but the tickets are going to my friend Julie, who will now be spending (along with her partner) 24 hours (or the best part of a day, at least), walking the South West Coastal path in Cornwall to raise money for Water Aid this September. Both could certainly do with the exercise.
Apologies to everyone else, especially to Pink, Sarah and Michelle who offered to personally accompany me to the gig. You’re either very brave or have ludicrously good taste. I’m not sure which.