Michael Jackson is a bleedin’ chancer

Michael Jackson. What a bleedin’ chancer.

Announces a new tour. The “This Is It” (promise?) Tour. Ten dates in London – last ever gig in London. Grand, belated, farewell extravaganza.

Mmmm, those tickets will be worth a few bob, thinks me, and registers for a pre-sale secret code to get first access to the rarer-than-gold-dust bits of paper.

Four hours of internet queuing, work neglected, coffee drunk. Finally my turn.

Tickets for first ten gigs already sold out. Don’t worry! He’s added another five.

Finally get them. I feel like Charlie Bucket. I won’t make the gig, but I don’t mind. I’ll make a killing on the resale.

Viagogo have already got tickets going for 500 quid a pop. On Ebay tickets are selling at five times face value. My 360 pound investment will reap sweet returns, paying for me and Mrs K to go and eat swan by a beach this summer.

BUT.

I wake up this morning and he’s not doing ten gigs any more, not doing fifteen, or twenty, but FIFTY FUCKING concerts. Bleeding chancer. The classic bait and switch, with me the willing mark.

Resale value diluted to almost nothing.

So if anybody wants four tickets for Michael bloody Jackson, you can have them at cost price.



March, 2009 | Omphaloskepsis

One Response to “Michael Jackson is a bleedin’ chancer”

  1. zed
    03/13/2009

    Oh dear – from what I saw on Twitter many people fell for that one.

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