When booking shows weeks in advance, it can often be surprisingly difficult to remember what time they start.
Or is it just me?
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Oh God, really? What a drag. It's happened to me about twice.
(Speaking of things which are a bugger, I just gave myself a papercut right across my right palm beside the thumb. Obviously a hint to go to sleep earlier).
I just make other people plan stuff and tell me when to arrive, how to dress, and whether it's appropriate to be rude [apparently almost never]. Remembering stuff is too much like work.
Oh, it's alright, it looked like the first half-hour was just scene setting anyway. Plus I was at liberty to enjoy the back row, all to myself!
Isn't the time on the ticket? Or is that too obvious?
Perhaps a little too obvious for me.
The time on the ticket isn't always helpful, especially if you've said you'll collect from the box office on the night. In that case there's the you'll miss the entire day. Not that I've done that, but I might've turned up 4 days late if I hadn't organised to take a friend along too.
And then there's a chance you miss out an entire word...
Oh, this is ridiculous'll
Alas, I didn't have the picking up from the box office excuse Kirsty... but word or no, I see what you mean!
I like Kirsty's avatar, very cute.
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