Well that’s a lie for starters, because Garth Brooks you are certainly not “Dear” to me. In fact let me begin again.
Poxy Garth Brooks,
You told us your heart was in Ireland… We smiled.
You told us we were special… we cheered.
You told us you were going to begin your world tour here…. we were honoured.
You told us you were coming for three nights… not enough we shouted.
You told us there were two extra concerts… we went crazy.
We sat at every online device we could find, waiting in anticipation of buying tickets. Yahoo 400,000 celebrated. Cowboy hats at the ready. Hotel rooms were booked. Holidays sorted. It was to be the event of the Summer, and so many of us were part of it.
“What night are you going?”, was a common question. 70,000 were coming from overseas.
We brushed up on your lyrics,
“If tomorrow never comes”,
“I didn’t mean to cause a big scene”.
And downloaded any old favourites we’d forgotten.
Then the news broke… There were only licences for three concerts, not five.
Were we worried? Not at all. Sure this is Ireland, don’t be worrying about licences. Did they not know it’s Garth Brooks. Everyone wants to come see him? Surely they’d just do what they always do? Get the licence after!
No one worried.
We read the headlines. Yes, we hear you, the residents were upset. We felt for them… but we had tickets. They’d get over it. This happens all the time.
This time the residents were determined. This time they said no and they meant no. To our horror we discovered two nights were cancelled. Feck. Who’d have believed it?
We all said things like, “Aw that’s awful”, and “God love them”, but secretly 240,000 were not bothered. They still had tickets.
I still had a ticket. A valid ticket.
Phew! Yes, yes, poor you who missed out, but Nahnahnahnah, I didn’t really care. Garth Brooks here I come.
But wait. Garth is speaking.
He has made a decision… Five nights or none.
WTF? NO. No. No. Surely not?
What are you thinking Garth poxy Brooks?
Were you bad at maths at school?
You tell us you don’t want to disappoint anyone…. I get that…
But your decision means you disappoint 400,000 instead of 160.000
Seriously Garth you need a calculator.
So Garth feckin Brooks, be warned. We Irish are a dangerous breed. You think we are laid back, relaxed and up for the craic, which we are, but beneath our smiling eyes and easy talk is 800 years of a fighting nature. We do not forget easily. Just ask England.
Unless of course you change your mind?
Yours, crying into my wine,
A lost fan.
PS. I couldn’t fit this in anywhere, but Garth Brooks I think you are a right fecker, and what’s more..
you have been deleted off my ipod forever!