I had the ticket, my bags were packed the night before. I was even at the station ahead of schedule.
Then a big bastard storm kicked in. Trees on the railway lines.
Great.

No way was I getting to see Tina.

Well, the upside is that Mr T and Mr D managed to sell on my ticket, and they all had a great evening. Bastards.

A full gig review has been promised, and will be posted asap.

Sorry to have missed you Tina.

Is there such a thing a traumatic-not-getting-to-a-gig-disorder?
Well, I have it.