Desperation.
My friends and I were often broken hearted at missing out on the chance to see our favorite 1970s prog rockers and would resort to ridiculous measures in order to get our grubby mitts on tickets.
One guy had what he thought were a pair of y-fronts with mysterious powers which helped him to jump the queue before a sell out.

We though, had some glam rock style silver capes which we always felt gave us the edge when it came to lining up for tickets.

They were our lucky Yes capes.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Thu 4 Jul 2013, 17:42, Reply)