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I GOT THE FUCKING TICKETS.
Yuss!

Drama – So the Evelyn Evelyn gig at Oran Mor was announced, no clue who they were but Amanda Palmer playing the same gig meant I HAD to go.  Thought I’d never be able to afford tickets, finally raised monies by doing another stall at Sloans market….and it was SOLD OUT.
During the course of my frantic jewellery making and attempting to promote and sell stuff for ticket money, I listened to some Jason Webley and got to know the wonderful mystery behind the amazing Evelyn Evelyn act, so was doubly triply quadruply GUTTED reading the poster outside Tickets Scotland last Sunday.  ’Sold out’ in its mocking bold capitals.
I swore, I ranted, I blasted the internet with ‘any spare tickets?!~’  and I secretly hoped that someone I knew might fall ill at the last minute and ask me to take their place.

Couple days later, I calmed down, moved on, wrote a blog about cats and adopted an Amur Leopard through the WWF.   THEN at 15:57 yesterday, Matt Papacool breezed in with his superhero, super MAGNIFICENT ways to tell me a few more tickets had been released and I was on two of them :)

I have my booking confirmation, tickets are in the post and have finally just taken a breath after all the hopping, jumping, squealing of last nights ‘I might have them! do i have them? is that an email?!~’ excitements.

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So what’s all the fuss about?…