At least, that’s the badge bestowed upon me by #1 brat today, after I sat in a virtual line at a ticket office on the ‘net, trying to get hold of a Metallica ticket. I was successful, which earned me the title… I’ve even got it in writing, on an SMS text. I think I’ll have to frame it!
PS: Please, could someone scratch my back? My wings are growing, and it itches something terrible…
Stumble it!
