I remember my first ever gig like it was yesterday. I was 12 and me, my sister and her friends bundled into the car after school to see Busted at Wembley Arena . I had this permanent, frenzied expression on my face as I quietly took in my surroundings and the sheer size of the crowd.
When Matt, Charlie and James appeared onstage, I was all but deceased. There they were – the three guys from the poster on my bedroom wall, in the flesh, metres away from me. By the time the show ended, I’d lost my voice completely and my ears rang for about a week.
But it didn’t matter. I had gone up to big old London and witnessed my favourite artists perform live. It’s what makes me so sad for kids these days.
Not only are ticket prices astronomical, they’re now near impossible to buy in the first place. A prime example of this being Taylor Swift ’s Eras Tour, which has just begun its London leg . Now, before you think I’m bitter or not a Swiftie, I should say that I’ve managed to secure tickets to one of her shows.
I got a code and, in the middle of the working day, joined the online queue with countless others. ‘Not now!’ I replied, as my colleague came over to the desk to ask me something. ‘It’s Taylor Swift time.
’ In an instant, they understood the gravity of the situation, walked away and – bless them – brought me a cup of tea, knowing I’d probably be stuck for a while. Eventually, I got through and was able to bag tickets at £75 each – the second cheape.
