Manny tonight went to a gig in Birmingham. He got on the train all smiles with his sister and was on his way to see Them Crooked Vultures, one of his favourite bands. All the way there he was happy about this and couldn't wait to get into the mosh pit and start dancing about.
Upon arrival of the venue Manny presented his tickets and went in. The first support act came on. It was a bit odd that they were nothing at all like what you might expect to see at a Vultures gig but never mind. The next support act were a similar story, but when the third support act came on at half nine Manny began to suspect something was up! However, he waited it out till 10.45 and when this support act walked off to rapturous applause and the house lights came on as the crowd filed out he realised his mistake! He was at the wrong gig!
Not only did he manage to go to the wrong gig, he went to the wrong venue in the wrong city. Not only did he go to the wrong venue in the wrong city, he didn't have tickets for the correct venue in the correct city. Somehow he hadn't checked this before, during or after the train journey, and hadn't realised upon entering the gig that it was in the wrong place.
He called me at about eleven while running to the station for the last train home to Manchester. Fuck Manny's life.
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FML indeed.
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