So me and Dermot are driving into town the other day and Arcade Fire came on the iBob and he remarked offhand how he would like to work for them (he is a tour manager). The next day someone phoned him up and offered him the job - spooky. That is the finger of fate poking you right in the eye I told him. So he has to go and meet the band and as they are doing a gig in Lyon the next weekend I get to go too. Free gigs is almost as good as free beer in my book of 'how good free stuff is' so I am chuffed to bits.
Then the fuckers only went and cancelled the whole tour, so now the dream is over. It is such a shame because I was really looking forward to embarrassing Dermot to death by trying to get Arcade Fire to sign my tits and stuff.
