Another Fab Weekend

Geek Night (must finish that web site) was great on Friday. JTA and Ruth were away in Shropshire, and so I thought I might stand some chance at Settlers Of Catan (now with the Cities & Knights Of Catan add-on. But Jimmy came, and – despite it being his first ever game of Settlers – did wonderfully well; and I just beat him.

Troma Night was a classic: our 1950-themed night was a great success, with the vast majority of people dressed-up in their best middle-of-the-century garb. We watched the (brilliant) Harvey (still one of my favourite films), Sunset Boulevard (okayish; nice and dark at times), and about a billion little newsreels, adverts, public information films, and cartoons… all from 1950. Great work, Paul for putting together such a fantastic programme.

Dan & Claire Hayley & Jon More people

And yesterday, Sunday, we played Careers and watched Knightmare (remember that show?) and Jam and ate Sunday lunch at the Angel (which was okay-to-good this week) and I kicked arse in my ongoing game of Civilization III: Conquests at Regent difficulty… all-in-all, a nice break from the work-weeks either side.

How To Sell May Ball Tickets

Every year the Students Union here in Aberystwyth puts on the May Ball, an excuse to dress up and party if ever I saw one, for students. For the last few years this has been held on-campus, in the Arts Centre, Students Union, and the concourse in-between the two. Live music and shows, dancing, and a fairground… and hundreds of students in ball gowns and tuxedos… Since the event had been moved “on campus” there have been less tickets available than ever, and demand grows steadily higher. As a result, students queue for hours to get their tickets.

This year, tickets began to be served at 10am, but the queue was 270 people long by forming by midnight: yes, people were willing to stand, all night, for ten hours, to be first in a queue for May Ball tickets. The Students Union have, of course, monopolised on the situation and will be selling drinks to the people queuing. Hey; let’s charge them twice.

Another recent problem has been that of ticket touting. Tickets sell for under £40, but can be re-sold to those desperate to go for as much as £100. Last year, the Students Union would not allow more than 8 tickets to be bought in a single transaction (and with queues so long, there’s no chance of queuing again), but that still meant that sly touts could easily earn up to £480 for a few hours work. This year, only four tickets can be bought by any single person, but this simply resulted in a longer queue, sooner, and I don’t think it’ll stop touting (if I was going to the May Ball, and therefore needed to queue anyway, I would buy my full allotted four tickets, regardless of how many people I was actually purchasing tickets for… and I know of dozens of others who follow this methodology every year, meaning that even as demand goes up, the touts take an even larger share of the profits).

Thankfully, I’ve been to the May Ball once and I’ll happily get by without ever going again. But I got to thinking, having seen the lunacy in those students who’ve spent all of this morning and all of last night queueing, that this isn’t the best way to be arranging this event…

A Better Way

Mockup showing how the May Ball site SHOULD work.

Here’s how it should be done. All the tickets should be sold online, by the Students Union. If you want to buy tickets, you connect to their web site and fill in the following details:

  • Your university user name – this ensures that your ticket is ‘reserved’ for you, and that you cannot buy multiple tickets.
  • The number and type of tickets you want to buy – only two tickets maximum per person.
  • How you’d like to pay and obtain the tickets: you can pay online (and have them posted to you) or you can collect them from the union building for up to a week afterwards and pay in cash.

An e-mail is sent to your university e-mail address to confirm that it really was you who ordered the tickets (and not somebody ordering in your name). If this is not replied to within 24 hours (as will be explained in the e-mail), the order is cancelled. The tickets (which are posted to you or collected from the union) are printed with “Your Name”, and “Guest of Your Name”, eliminating the risk of touting (assuming that reasonable checks are made by security at the gate – just checking the identity of every fifth person in would act as sufficient deterrent to those who would like to go to the ball using a ticket in somebody else’s name).

The e-mail confirmation also gives people a chance to change their mind: if their friends, who they wanted to go with, were unable to get tickets before they all sold out, for example, they would know about it and be able to cancel their order. But it would also ensure the identity of the purchaser without requiring them to pass their password over the network. Students collecting tickets from the union would have to produce photo ID.

Those tickets remaining unsold after the web server is hammered by requests for tickets (for example, those cancelled or released later) would all be sold in a “second wave” (which would be announced in advance).

It is terribly unfair for the union to make students stand out in the cold and the rain, without sleep, to get tickets to an event; it could even be argued as discriminatory (whereas the University ensures that all students have the capacity and tools to use an internet connection). There would be no queues, no touts, and no unfairness. There would be no fights for the limited amount of cash in the on-campus cashpoints. The union would save money in ticket salespeople and policing the queue. And a system like this could be implemented for them for a sum of money that could be measured in the hundreds, not the thousands, of pounds. Hell; I will quote them for it, if they ask: I’ve already knocked up a prototype. Why not send a message to the May Ball organisers and tell them what a good idea it would be, particularly if it would make the difference to you, personally, about going to the May Ball.

They still won’t listen.

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9 Songs

Hmm. Watched 9 songs tonight at a special screening at the Arts Centre cinema.

Synopsis
A couple meet at a concert and go on to have lots of sex and go to other concerts. Their relationship is threatened at a point, when they stop having so much sex and start actually talking, at which point they realise that they don’t actually like each other, and she leaves it “at it’s best” to go back to America, while he goes to another concert and eventually on to Antarctica, where he drills holes in glaciers. And that’s it.

Good points
Some erotic scenes.
Reasonable to good soundtrack.
Nice idea.
Good attention to continuity and camera angles.
Only an hour long.

Bad points
Mostly sucky (read “bad”, not “with oral sex”) sex scenes with flat-chested woman and large-cocked man. I’ve seen better porn.
Difficult to empathise with the characters; or, in fact, feel any connection with them whatsoever.
Seemed to be telling a pretty good idea for a story in the worst way possible.
Scenes felt ‘disconnected’ and unrelated; like flicking back and forth between two film channels.
Filming styles varied from scene to scene, seemingly without purpose.

Andy seemed to enjoy it. Perhaps I just didn’t “get it”. Or perhaps it actually is just another mediocre-to-bad film which tries and fails to get some new ideas to happen.

This Year’s Election Manifestoes – A Summary

Courtesy of Private Eye, here’s a quick summary of the main points from the three big players’ manifestoes:

Labour
We’re not Conservative.

Conservative
We’re not Labour.

Liberal Democrats
We’re not Labour or Conservative.

9 Songs

Troma Night regulars (plus Sundeep) only invited to an exclusive cinema screening of 9 Songs tonight at 10:30pm. Send me a text message – or meet me on the RockMonkey ChatRoom – for details (times, places, arrangements).

BYOB. No pizza though.

Barbeque

As Sundeep recalls, last night was fab. We lit a fire and tried to hold back the tide with it; then, just after high tide, it started coming in again, wildly, and threatened to extinguish our fire, so we moved around the coast a little way. But we ate cheeseburgers and waffles and things, and drank beer, so it’s all okay. The rain even managed to hold off.

Claire – would you mind stepping in to Charlies’ today, for me, and picking up a pack of ammunition for my glue gun. Also, if I’m to fix your camera, could you also check that we have some of those ear-bud thingies.

Lots to do.

Yay, my underwear from Figleaves turned up today, I have new bras…

This is a reply to a post published elsewhere. Its content might be duplicated as a traditional comment at the original source.

Ruth wrote:

Yay, my underwear from Figleaves turned up today, I have new bras which fit. Now my breasts look enormous, which is a bit scary…

Let me see, let me see!

(awaits slap)

Sundeep/Katie Burning

As you all know, Bryn’s nemesis and everybody’s favourite pseudolesbian are having a birthday burning and unchristmas party on the beach tonight. More details here, here, and here (can you tell they’ve been planning this awhile?).

Anyway; in order to make sure that people know, I’ll post this message here: I’ll bring all the barbeques you can eat, and people (by which I inevitably mean ‘me’) can cook things on them. If I can get the help of one or more people with cars, I can also arrange for a large quantity of burnable wood to be deposited on the beach, too, which is always a good thing.

Hope to see you there.

GMail Accounts

People have asked me for GMail invites again, but one of these people’s @aber.ac.uk e-mail address doesn’t seem to be working, says GMail, so here are some “ready to pick up”:

Get ’em while they’re hot. If one doesn’t work, try another. If they all don’t work, leave a comment (and pull your finger out next time).

SmartData’s Almost-Free Pens

I’ve just seen haggling taken to a new level. A marketing company called us up and offered us 100 executive-type pens, branded with our company information, with no commitment to buy. They delivered them, and they’re… okay… but they really don’t fit the company image. The total value of the pens is £290, and we’re not paying that much for a design that doesn’t suit us. But the marketing company knows that they can’t re-print the pens, and they want to make some money on them (or, at least, lose as little as possible… and it would cost them money to have their courier pick them up). And so, over several phone calls, co-worker Gareth haggled with them, as follows:

Them: £290?
Gareth: free.
Them: £150?
Gareth: free.
Them: £100?
Gareth: free.
Them: £75?
Gareth: free.
Them: Really, we can’t possibly give them to you for less than £75.
Gareth: Okay then, you’ll have to send a courier to pick them up. (I’d suggested that he also say that our office hours are 9am to 9:30am on Monday mornings only, unless it’s raining in which case it’s 4:30pm to 5pm) Wow… how much is that going to cost you, out here to the West coast of Wales?
Them: Look, go ask your director – £75?
Gareth: (background noise) free.
Gareth begins to get bored.
Gareth: Okay then, £40.
Them: £50.
Gareth: £45, and you can throw in a catalogue and we’ll read it.
Them: Done.

You’ve got to love any haggling where you start at ‘free’ and stay there for as long as possible. They’re not bad pens, but we’ll be using them here rather than giving them to people…

Confusion

Don’t you hate it when you can’t draw the line in your memory between your dreams and waking life: I’m very hazy on last night, and can’t remember whether a conversation took place or if I just dreamt it.

I’m more certain, however, on a nightmare I had last night: Claire and I bought a villa in Cyprus and went to live there. But as we were moving in, we ended up arguing about the way that we would like to decorate the place, which turned nasty, and I ended up sleeping on the couch. I think it says a lot about you when nightmares of being chased by things are replaced with nightmares of domestic arguments. Ah well.

Watched the remainder of Blackadder last night with Claire, Ruth and JTA . And played some more Settlers Of Catan, in which JTA barely pipped me to the post… again! That’s the fourth time he’s just-barely-beaten-me, out of four games we’ve ever played together.