Last night I dreamt I had managed to purchase tickets for one of the Kate Bush concerts in September, I got the ones at the lowest price of £49. Standing in a long queue for quite a while I asked one of the security guards behind the gate what I can expect for my tickets. "Oh," he replied. "That's up in the dilapidated top floor. It's every man for himself up there. You can read a book or do some knitting, but you won't be seeing the concert."
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