I purchased my ticket earlier today, and I reeived it as a .pdf by e-mail. As soon as the whole process was finished my face glowed like a christmas tree. I doubt that my smug smile could have been any broader than it was at that point; I knew I was going to the biggest event of my life.

Seriously though, I reckon when (if it ever happens) I am to get married, and I am standing by my bride to be, about to say ‘I do’ I’ll be thinking back to August 27th 2010 when I went to see the Pogues. And when/if we have a kid, and I am holding it/him/her in the hospital for the very first time, I’ll look back to the time I drunkenly was singing my guts out along with Shane MacGowan.

I’d show the ticket you if I wasn’t afraid that you’d steal it. Well, you need the credit card you bought the ticket with to get in to the show, but still… I would like to show it to you. To me, this ticket is like a check for ten million dollars. It feels very reassuring to have the ticket safely in my Gmail inbox, at least now I won’t be able to lose it.

I am seeing the Pogues. Envy me, bitches!