At the current time I would venture the stock of Alan Pardew and Graham Carr is unanimously high, Mike Ashley’s status varies from raw hatred to grudging respect and Derek Llambias is thought of as a massive tit by 99.9%.
There are one set of personnel at SJP though that have been around longer than all of the above whose performance levels have never once wavered from the very lowest of standards, whose standing is equally unimpressive with everyone I know. The good folk at the ticket office never cease to disappoint.
I should at this point absolve the long-suffering staff on the front desk a bit. Although by and large they do seem a bit thick, this is nothing compared to the astonishing stupidity of the dafties who rock up there an hour before kick-off to help build a massive queue snaking up the length of the Milburn stand prior to every single home game, even when there are cash turnstiles. Coping with this at least deserves some recognition but my best nasty words are reserved for the types that manage/engineer the whole process.
Due to recent fluctuations at the club and people’s ever-changing personal circumstances, my match day crew has changed a bit in recent years, with season tickets changing hands around a core of long-suffering stalwarts. Wouldn’t have made a difference though if it had stayed the same though, as the online box office did its magnificent annual trick of completely resetting all ‘Friends and Family’ details. Just in case having the people you go to the match with saved on file was proving inconvenient.
Not to worry, everyone was efficiently collated together as your regular gang of buddies at the earliest convenience. I remain baffled then, as to why the 6 tickets we ordered for the trip to Fulham were scattered randomly around the Putney end like carrier bags on the mackems pitch. Bizarrely, I am paired up with fellow stalwart Martin, who I get to put up with for 90 minutes but the other four are stuck on their billy jack, with at least one of these people is not suitable to be left on his own.
Time to test the potential for cramming together in the all-standing Toon away section then, although six will be pushing it. I hope that the whole situation will sort itself out for next time, or else I’ll be straight up that ticket office at 2 o clock on a Saturday.