Well. My father and I could not stand the torment of having the chance to see Mr. Dylan removed from us. The emotional turmoil was almost unbearable, the pain insufferable, the anguish unendurable. Even the monkey was beginning to show signs of sympathy. So, action was taken. Prompt and efficient are we. Within a few hours of our initial let-down we had managed to procure two tickets to see Bob in London next Monday, as well as relatively cheap flights to accompany these.
Yes! I am going to see Bob Dylan live in concert after all. My effervescence is renewed. Yarr!
Let’s hope he doesn’t cancel this time.