Twitter reports some fans tried phoneline more than 300 times without sucess
After three years of living without Glastonbury – my ultimate festival – I decided it was finally time to get some tickets and get back in the mud.
You can’t buy a ticket without a registration number these days so I had got my own and gathered them from the three other friends I was buying them for. Pretty on it, eh? We thought if we all tried to get through one of us would be lucky.
I’d been bringing in my own (frankly quite rubbish) home made sandwiches for lunch every day so there’d be enough cash in my account. I was ready.
Up at half eight on a Sunday morning with a slight hangover, I had nothing but the thoughts of a hedonistic weekend rocking the Pyramid Stage to get me through.
But sadly it was not to be. I, like thousands of other music fans, was left totally f***ed off after the Seetickets official website kept crashing.
Many of us who attempted to access the site were unable to get through due to the sheer volume of online traffic (the website wasn’t even loading at half past eight even though tickets weren’t out until nine) and phonelines appeared to be a total waste of time. I had my mobile and landline both on the go simultaneously with no luck. There were a lot of people on Twitter saying they’d tried to get through on the phone over 300 times.
Finally I got through to the screen where you can input registration details. I was overjoyed! And then for no reason it just reverted to a blank screen. I cried. (OK I didn’t but it was annoying.)
Shortly before 11am the Glastonbury Twitter account confirmed all tickets had been sold in just one hour 40 minutes.
The event’s organisers, Michael and Emily Eavis, said that they were ‘genuinely humbled by the sheer number of people’ who wanted to attend and that ‘demand simply outstripped supply’.
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I guess there’s always holding out for April, when some cancelled tickets will be available during a resale at a price of £205.
In the meantime I’m planning to put a tent in my front room and chuck a load of lager on myself with the radio blasting to recreate the feeling of being there.