So, when I had the Big C, I got put in contact with a guy who works for a charity/support group sort of thing that runs events for young people who are going through it or have gone through it previously. He mentioned that he gets a lot of complimentary tickets to stuff, but it was mostly stuff I wasn't interested in.Anyway, I pretty much never had much to do with him after that. I felt uncomfortable benefitting from what happened. It's not something I wanted and it wasn't something I wanted to use for my own gain. The only thing I really accepted was a small monetary bursary to help my mum out.
So, he messages me on Tuesday with this
"hey, just wondering if you want to come see Pulp with us at the Royal Albert Hall on Saturday?"
uh, dude, YES. I'm happy to be a hypocrite in this instance. It's something I never would have got to do otherwise.
So, thanks cancer, I guess.
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On Saturday, I will be able to confirm the location of one of Hitler's balls. - Mood:Good
