Missed Opportunities

When I booked tickets to see Bombay Bicycle Club in December last year, the excitement was bubbling inside my stomach like hot tea that's been drunk too quickly.

When the time finally came to actually seeing the band, 7:00pm on Tuesday 16th February if you were wondering, the lukewarm bubbling had progressed to boiling point.

The evening had all the promise of a great night out. Good friends, great music, a couple of glasses of Tesco's finest £4 bottle of chardonnay (and who says student's can't be classy?). What wasn't so promising was our ability to keep time. We figured that the doors to the gig would open at 7. There were two support acts up first who we weren't too bothered about and therefore reasoned that BBC would make an appearance at 10pm at the earliest.

Misjudged it.

When we turned up at half nine after a few more than two glasses of wine, we weren't even surprised to hear we had missed the band. Of course we had, what the hell did we think would happen. We spent about an hour taking the piss out of pervy old men and their wrinkly willies on chat roulette. (Why has this become a new pre-drinking tradition!?)

What we did not need to hear upon stepping out of the cab were the words "they were amazing, you missed such a good show!" Thanks guys, I'll keep that in mind for when a time machine is invented and your opinion is helpful in affecting my choice of memory to re-live.

Words cannot do justice to the anger, embarrassment, and upset I felt at missing the band.

I vowed not to make the same mistake ever again, especially not when I go to see Ricky Gervais at the end of April...

Oh what's that Uni? You've set TWO exams for the day after? Absolutely bloody fantastic. Looks like my share of luck for this year has already dried up...and its not even March.