Sally can wait and look back in anger

Yet another stellar concert that was not be... This time in the desert that is Mars it was an oasis I went to see ..Ironically there was concert concert everywhere but not one to be seen ... Liam my man looked like he had stepped out of a really badly grafted British porn flick and his everlasting fascination with things south of the equator really did seem strange until I realized that his zipper was caught rather amazingly in his belt strap. (Amazing but true here is another tale for the Ripley's vault)

A number of amusing things did happen however

a) As I tried to instigate the Martian crowd into an atmosphere of rock, I stuck out my lighter (which I had managed to get in...Kudos to self) in appreciation of a song none other than wonderwalll.... As I jarred the light into the then dense air of sullen desperation, a quick and alert security officer who also happened to be a cop rushed towards me as though I had spontaneously combusted or worse helped someone else spontaneously combust and grabbed the damn thing straight out of my hand... He then proceeded to shout something at me which I could not clearly hear as I was indisposed at that moment with a ton of better things to do ..... He made his point clear , that he envied the fact that I had a lighter and he dint and also the fact that I could listen to the music with ease while he had to look out for guys who were trying to have fun and making sure that they dint cause thats the real reason they have concerts in mars so as to create an illusion of fun without actually having any ....

b) Due to a number of unforeseen events especially those of me not having bought my ticket earlier because of the fact that I was utterly broke (note to self : still broke ... Will be so for a while)... I was forced to purchase a ticket that placed me in the seated area of the concert (yeah in mars they have seats in concerts ... No not the floor I mean good seats with drink holders and everything)... Thus as a matter of rule no one was allowed to stand during the concert ... Not very many of us there followed this rule ..Except the Martians of course .. And as we stood there watching liam play with his Thang, the cops were again dispatched to send us packing back to our seats .... The rebel in me saw this sign of authority as something that was utterly wrong ... (even though I wouldnt have really cared cause I was tired of the lousy show anyway)... Quite like Mel Gibson in brave heart I said out loud "They can take my lighter but they will never take my postureeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"... In a blink of an eye I was lifted by my waist ... Wait let me correct that by the back of my pants (which resulted in the meanest wedgy I had ever received in me life) and ushered in the most ruthless manner to my seat ..Which happened to be two isles away ... ohh the horror ohh the pain ..ohh the jobless cop ...(note to self : put on some weight).. For the record the cops gave up on us after a while when the whole cohort saw the ruthlessness of the situation... I would like to consider myself a martyr now .... A martyr with a bruised B@*L

c)Last but not the least I met my Norwegian wood ...In more ways than one lets keep it that for now shall we ..

So what is the moral of the story???

Never overpay to stand and watch a guy play with his Thang with a lighter in hand and hopes in your hood .... cause at the end of the day all you have are a pair of concert tickets, a bruise and a pack of smokes with no way to light them.....

Sophie...when someone had already made the choice for her