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I paid £22.50 for my Knebworth ticket to see Oasis in 1996. Beer was expensive but the lines were so long that two or three was all that was feasible. Instead I got stoned off my face and zoned out on a little hill behind the vip area. It was amazing but I was so smashed that my memory is fuzzy. Ah well. My sister just paid over £1000 for four tickets to oasis. I think I got a rather better deal than her.
It’s how tubby custard is made.
So I should include the 4 Saturdays I worked as a 6’2 tall Kid Vid (the short lived burger king mascot) in 1993 in Crawley Town centre (and scared a lot of kids because I was WAY TOO TALL - the costume was designed for a 5’4 girl), because it’s relevant experience to my 30 year career in it consultancy. Gotcha
I took what came out of the box, very much factory default here. My offspring are figuring it out at the minute, Imma let them cook.
But the CEO’s third luxury yacht? What about that?
Probably some sort of trolling effort sadly. Like an as yet unaired bit for a tv show.
And this is the fifth line of four…