You have to hand it to the guys at the ticket agency. Any sort of attempt to discuss the transfer of tickets is met with a stony response and silence.
"Transferring tickets? No, sir."
"Girlfriend will dump you unless you swap tickets over? No, sir."
"You're donating your ticket to your friend who has a terminal illness and won't live to see another Glastonbury? No, sir."
Consistent, at least. No discussion. No correspondence will be entered into. The editor’s decision is final now bugger off.
I can't complain. These are the rules of the game and have been for a few years now. But it is mighty frustrating to have a perfectly good ticket in the name of a friend who can't go - along with another friend who wants to go but needs a ticket! It was all so much easier when jumping the fence was a semi-legitimate option.
All of which is background to the sickening feeling I had on Thursday when I called up the ticket agency and cancelled the ticket I had bought for a friend because she can't go. I felt like a fairytale prince who has beaten the witches, dragons and other evil creatures to win the hand of the beautiful princess only to admit "Sorry, I'm actually married already (but I hear there's an ogre called Shrek who has potential...)"
Selflessness aside, I've still got my ticket. 6 weeks and a couple of days to go...