Only in Britain can we turn this into a Sisyphean ordeal, in which ordinary folk deposit thousands of pounds into bank accounts to lie dormant, while in an office somewhere a rooster is deciding who gets what by pulling names at random from a box of birdseed. Well, that is what it feels like.
It's not Sisyphean, it only happens once. Sisyphus rolls a rock back and forth for eternity.
It can’t be that difficult, selling tickets. The people behind the glass at the local multiplex never look like they’re going home to split atoms in their spare time.
Here’s what you do. 1. Count how many seats you have in your arena. 2. Decide on a pricing system based on proximity to the action and public interest in the event. 3. Hand tickets over in return for money. 4. That’s it.
The people at your local multiplex don't have a demand that exceeds the capacity by 10 times over.
Only the mail could write an article that I initially agree with, then make me change my mind
It's not Sisyphean, it only happens once. Sisyphus rolls a rock back and forth for eternity.
The people at your local multiplex don't have a demand that exceeds the capacity by 10 times over.
Only the mail could write an article that I initially agree with, then make me change my mind