Man enjoying gig still wants it to be over

A MAN who is thoroughly enjoying the gig he is currently attending still, deep down inside, cannot wait for it to be over. 

Oliver O’Connor was excited to purchase tickets to see London Grammar, ticked off the days until his favourite band performed, and is now subconsciously counting the minutes until the performance finishes.

He said: “It is, of course, a privilege to be within a mere few hundred metres of one of the greatest bands of our era. But it will also take me 50 minutes to get home after.

“I’m really looking forward to having enjoyed this. Right now, the beer is warm and expensive, the other concert goers are annoying and I’m the only one not filming it. The memories will be great, though.

“Really, a concert is a hostage situation. The artist knows which songs the audience wants to hear but keeps them until last, forcing us to stay and cheer until the very end.

“Then there’s the whole embarrassing bullshit of them pretending to go off stage, like a game of peekaboo, and only coming back when we applaud. If I did that in my job as a data services manager, I’d be sacked.”

A member of the band, speaking anonymously, said: “You think we’re enjoying it? The set-list is a to-do list for us. God, we dream of the day our career’s finally over.” 

We ask you: what botched cosmetic procedure are you travelling to Turkey for?

TRAVELLING to Turkey for cosmetic surgery which goes horribly wrong is now a rite of passage for Britons. What misjudged operation are you choosing? 

Steve Malley, plasterer: “Hair transplant. I’m self-conscious about my thinning hair, but will be much less so about a heavily scarred scalp where wounds open up from time to time.”

Helen Archer, theatrical seamstress: “I’m going for a Brazilian butt-lift. They always go wrong and I’ll achieve my dream of appearing in the Daily Mail looking aggrieved.”

Nikki Hollis, shipping clerk: “Lips for me. Mine are normal and I want those freak ones like on telly that look like the knot’s going to come undone and they’ll fly farting around the room.

Joseph Turner, academic librarian: “I’m actually going over there to perform an operation. I’ve always wanted to so they’re charging me four grand to completely bungle some luckless f**ker’s gastric band surgery.”

Roy Hobbs, retired: “I’ve booked in for the lot: £8,500 and they’ll go at me with every procedure they can think of, all at once, with predictably catastrophic consequences. It’s cheaper than Dignitas.”