When it comes to buying myself gig tickets, I have the impulsivity of Lindsay Lohan in a crack den. These impetuous decisions are beginning to blow a rather sizeable hole in my already shitty summer salary, with my bank account almost sitting at zero. The only thing getting me through this monetary insufficiency is the glorious reality of attending almost a gig a week this summer. From James Taylor to Iron Maiden, in the coming months, my eardrums will be exposed to some of the finest music this planet has to offer.
Starting the summer off on a high, myself and a load of my mates jumped on the 5am Megabus to Manchester where we began our summer of youthful banter, slight intoxication and bloody good tunes.
