Time to rant. Never before have I seen such shoddy organisation with regards to the staging of an event. About one month before the event, my g/friend and I called up the World Dance ticket hotline to book a couple of tickets (strangely enough), thinking that this would guarantee us entry into the aforementionned event. At the time, we were told that the tickets would be mailed out to my g/friend's house and that everything would fall into place. All I can say is a very sarcastic "heh".. About two weeks later, my g/friend called up the credit card hotline again, enquiring to see if our tickets had been sent out yet. She was promptly told that there was no record of such an order, so the person on the other end of the line proceeded to wade through their network to find the rogue transaction. Voila. It was there after all, except that it had not been submitted in any shape or form. Basically, we were still ticketless. The phone operator apologised profusely and said that we would have to pick up the tickets on the night, from one of the two pickup points. Despite being wary of this whole procedure, we duly accepted these new terms and before long, Christmas had gone hurtling by and we were only a few hours away from some dm-psh and bwooars. :) Seeing as I didn't finish work that day until 6pm, we eventually arrived at the venue at around about 10:15pm, by which time the queue was rather long and twisty. We stashed the car in a rogue, clampable location (heh) and joined the meandering mass of ravers and househeads. One hour passed and it seemed that we must have moved a whole 20 feet. Bah. Finally, the queue started moving rather rapidly (by about 11:20pm) and we thought that we might actually get inside the event before midnight. Yeh, right.. After crossing the bridge to get to the island the venue was located on, we were told to join one of two queues. The queue on the left was for guestlist, credit card pickup orders and pay-on-the-door jobbies. The queue on the right was for ticket-holders only. Now, the right hand queue was bombing it along at a tremendous rate, whilst ew were going fucking nowhere. Hmm.. 12:00am came and went and we were still standing out in the sodding queue. One of the staff popped out to apologise and I can remember her saying something like "there are only two people on the desk dealing with credit card orders, guestlist and on-the-door purchases - we are trying to get more staff down, honestly". By 12:20am, I turned around to my g/friend and told her that we may as well pack it in. We were on the road home by 12:35am. Shite or what? As the credit card payment has already been taken by good old World Dance, it seems unlikely that the cunts will honour our proposed letter and refund transferred monnies, but that doesn't really surprise me. If anyone here is considering going to a World Dance event, don't bother. I know I won't be back there in a hurry. Cheers, Nicky W, da Pioneer...
