Here is my little anecdote from the Wembley gig:
The standing tickets got sold out so I bought a seated ticket. I HATE being sat during shows but I HAD to be there, so yeah..
Most of the people I knew had standing tickets so I spent the day queuing with them, thinking I could go into the crowd with my seated ticket (you often can do that, in France at least). But in the afternoon some security guys came in the queues to start scanning tickets and give pink and white wristbands. I got told that I couldn’t get a wristband because it was only for people of the crowd and there was no way I could get there with my seated ticket. So I planned to stay in the queue with my friends and then go to the queue where I was supposed to be just before the doors open but I saw someone with a pink pen and I got the best idea ever: Making myself a fake wristband with paper, the pink pen and some chewing gum. I first didn’t dare to enter that way but when I saw that the security guys only asked people to put their tickets and their wristbands up I thought that I had to try out. And it worked. Oh man. There were LOADS of security guys everywhere and I made it through all of them. I was SO scared that one of them realize that it was a fake wristband, throw me out of the venue and tell me not to come back. But I made it into the venue and when my friends saw me they helped me reaching them so I stood on the 2nd row of the Wembley Arena, instead of being sat at the back of the venue, I was with friends and had an amazing night.
I feel like the worst cheater ever but it was worth it haha
Will tell that story to Frank, someday…. ;-)
Submitted by punkrock-babybird
To all my family and friends who think I am nutz.
Dear Family and Friends,
I have finally found a group of like-minded people to be friends with. They understand my obsession with Frank Turner, Tim Minchin, Eddie Izzard, concerts, reason, England, music, and furtive little feelings. They don’t judge and are awfully nice. The fact that I am a 55-year-old grandmother of 3, don’t believe in a god, still go to college and work in a grocery store does not seem to be a problem for them. I may be 55 in human years, but I am only 25 in Cathy years. Thank you “Dear Frank Turner” family.
Cathy aka Grandma Fluffy
P.S. Frank actually put the FTHC on my arm with the promise I would not have it tattooed. But I didn’t wash that arm for a week. It finally rubbed off. Thank Dog for photographs.
I’m sorry I missed you at Riot Fest, I couldn’t get off of work. I promise though- I don’t just work there for the fucking money.
I was in college a few years back, and an acquaintance introduced me to Million Dead. I went searching for more of your work and stumbled on your cover of “Dancing Queen”. I got hooked on your solo stuff from there on out. If anything got me through college, it was Love, Ire, and Song.
Last year I managed to rustle up a few dollars to go see you at Beat Kitchen, and it was hands down my favorite night of the year. I’ve never been to a show with so much camaraderie in the crowd. As soon as you started playing everyone was family. We had nothing in common- but we were all shouting with you at the top of our lungs, hugging each other, dancing and being fools. I’m not the type of person to talk about idols, but if there’s anything I can accomplish in my life I hope to someday bring people together like you did that night.
Thank you for your hard work and your honest spirit and your fire-under-our-asses music. You’ve inspired me countless time to get up and get outside and fight the good fight. Maybe someday I’ll get to sit down with you and have a beer. Until then, I hope that fire of yours never dies out. Here’s to good years ahead!