Today has been one of those "if it could go wrong, it did" days, from every angle. The usual range of minor catastrophes at work, coupled with being told I could shoot Eric Clapton on Wednesday, followed by the caveat "from the soundboard" which excludes me on the grounds that I don't habitually carry a 400+mm lense (not normally that handy in a pit), followed by a gig that I couldn't attend because Northern Rail replaced the last train home with a bus and the band were only coming on late to start with, leads me to believe that today is in some way cursed.
*shakes fist at sky impotently*
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