purchasing tickets for concert season like i shouldnt be saving my money responsibly . Well

i think maybe my streak system is a bitttt op...

This...is craaaazy. 35 weeks behind schedule and they still tried to open 😳

https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-68954947

What a fucking disaster.

People working behind the scenes at the troubled Co-op Live arena in Manchester have spoken of what they say were "chaotic" events leading up to the bungled opening of the venue.

Workers involved with the project spoke on condition of anonymity as they did not have permission to speak out. They told the BBC:

Parts of the £365m venue were in a state of disarray less than 24 hours before the arena was supposed to open earlier this week

Staff were left in tears after they were forced to call off American rapper A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie's gig at the last minute due to safety fears

Naming rights partner Co-op Group has flagged a "critical" risk of reputational damage to the wider Co-op brand

Construction staff at the venue warned others back in February that works were as much as 35 weeks behind schedule

Co-op Live was heralded as a "world-class arena" that "Manchester deserves" by Tim Leiweke, the American businessman leading the project, in an interview with the BBC last month.

But "the perfect building" Mr Leiweke promised soon suffered fundamental setbacks, with a series of high-profile acts - including Take That and Olivia Rodrigo - having their shows cancelled or postponed at the last minute to the bewilderment and frustration of performers, ticket-holders and staff.

Mr Leiweke has since apologised, and a Co-op Live spokesperson told the BBC events had been paused "to ensure the safety and security of fans and artists visiting the venue".

One staff member, hired as a "premium host" in the venue's VIP rooms, told the BBC she was in the building on Tuesday evening - fewer than 24 hours before the venue's debut performance by A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie was due to begin.

She said: "I think we were very sceptical: that was my first time in the arena and it did not look ready at all... They're doing everything with crossed fingers: it's a bit chaotic."

'Wires hanging down'

The VIP rooms were still "full of cardboard boxes", the woman said.

"They weren't done - there's loads of final bits [unfinished]. It was filled with workmen who were all still so busy doing random checks here and there, average safety checks... there were loads of wires hanging down."

She said some stairways also seemed incomplete. "There were wires everywhere and exposed lighting on the floor. It looked very messy. There were gaps in the stairs... it looked like a work in progress."

The woman, who has been employed on a casual contract, said staff members are still paid part of their wage if their shift is cancelled at short notice. Staff who are on site when a shift is cancelled are paid in full, a spokesperson for the venue said.

Meanwhile, another member of staff, this time working in an operations role at the venue, said: "The root cause of all the problems is coming from the building, not the operations. From an outside perspective, people presume it's being run badly."

"In reality we have a building that isn't ready, and we're being told it is ready - then things happen out of the blue that cause cancellations", they said.

[…]

The staff member said most public-facing areas of the building are complete - although the offices on the top floor and some premium areas of the building remain "unfinished".

As of Thursday evening, the dining area in the exclusive Amp Club has "no fixtures, no fittings, no tables there - it's just a shell," they said.

[…]

"People don't know that OVG [the Oak View Group] own the venue - they just see the Co-op brand," a staff member at the Co-op Group said.

On a site visit in February, the Co-op Group employee said they were told by construction workers the project was running 35 weeks behind schedule, in part due to delays with crane equipment.

"The Co-op's really disappointed with OVG's constant delays," the employee said.

Full article here

hi! i have a question that i think you might have fun answering! how much rizz on a scale of 0-10 do you think the tannies got?

joonie: 10/10 rizz off the charts mans could quite literally charm you up and over a balcony if he wanted to he break out them dimples and hit u wit dat "what's poppin girl 또 만났네" and it's OVER and if u don't believe me go rewatch that video of him talking to kelela

seokjin: 5/10 only bc half the time he not tryna associate with anyone if he in the mood tho... he could have anyone tripping over themselves tryna kiss his ring

yoongi: 7/10 really all i have to say for this one is suchwita like leave every episode with a new lifelong friend and mans is well prepared he know exactly how to strike each audience really the only thing keeping him from being higher up the rizz list is his tendency to turn into a blushing mess whenever someone throws a compliment his way

hobi: 11/10 have you been on tiktok or ig recently he's collecting the kpop industry like infinity stones had he been the one to carry out thanos' plan it would have succeeded and no one would've been mad about it either and outside of that one look at any performance he does has the locals the gp in shambles i can't tell you the amount of black men that love them some j hope like he come up with that smile and say one sentence and the world is his fr

jimin: 8/10 literally the only thing stopping jimin from becoming the sole benevolent dictator of the universe is his own awkwardness like i just think about that one clip from hope in the box when it was hobi talking to becky g and jimin was in the corner wit his shades on crooked standing like a botched superhero like mans is a total goober but them 5 seconds when he looks people in the eyes with that menacing glare and the subtle smirk... it's more than enough he's more than enough

tae: 9/10 tbh he has mad rizz like you can't look like that and not have rizz like he just gotta stand there and he's got you hook line and sinker and i think about when he's on stage and feeling himself like when he's in V mode craaaazy but it's his babyness that keeps him from topping the charts like he got that way about him but breaks character immediately when things go off script goes from tiger to baby bear wit da boxy smile giggling so quick

jk: 12/10 it's the quiet ones that you gotta look out for fr like there's no one safe from him or his charms he be over there singing with them tattoos and that hair and just flirting all over the place working out it's insane he's unstoppable he's living michael scott's dream like he has people afraid of how much they love him but what can you do 🤷‍♀️

Film screening went really well. B was sitting next to me laughing at every joke, which was nice cos her pen game goes craaaazy and I pray I can work to that level and standard, like she’s been in the game for 30, can choose her projects, is supported but most importantly is a solid soul. Here’s to solid souls in a dunya filled with sold souls and flip flopping, dishonourable weaklings lol. The q&a was wicked, I was nervous as fck, took the mic and all of a sudden another part of me emerged. The part that is always shining, beaming eloquence and confidently in command. Talked about the film with people in the foyer which was lovely and then went for a walk to clear my head and walk off my film crazy wide eyed energy. I was soooo high off this movie ish and yet before the screening, no, that’s a lie lol, all weekend I felt my imposter syndrome lingering on the edge of the frame. I questioned everything, people treating me so so well (I’ve never been asked so many times if I’m ok or need anything) and people looking after me with such care and consideration, preempting my ish. (It almost felt excessive in such oppressive times) Met C who is an amazing writer who wrote a killer movie (the kind of award winner I’d usually avoid tbh I only came across it for research but it turned out to be dope and not so traditional either) it was so good and revealed a reality so instantly recognisable to me that I called my mum to see it, cos the main character was sick the same as my pops was. I swear the film was literally about my pops, except, played by one of the best and most charismatic actors to ever do it. C was kind and encouraging, somewhat flustered by the print of his movie not being in great quality. B told me about her new forthcoming film, she worked with one of my favourite actresses at the moment. I’m hyped for them, even though I know she’s low cos the funders were lukewarm about the ting. Fck em, it’ll find its people. We all find our people and places, sometimes in the most strangest of times and spaces and not at all how we’d initially envisioned. It’s mad when community doesn’t quite look like how you imagined it but nourishes you all the same. Met some solid souls this weekend. Mostly the sea the sun and meeting myself again tbh. Lol randoms: I wonder what the sea’s soul looks like? Woke up and the stained glass window pane in my hotel room was glowing. You have to be twice as good for half as much as a non white in this place but what if you’re twice as tired and twice as much fed da fck up? Showers are wicked but baths are the ish, music on, drink by ya side. Sheeesh. Top tier tings. A good walk does wonders. When was the last time you saw the sea or jumped in the sea? There were some rocks/stones on that beach that looked and felt incredible. I miss watching movies with my childhood homie Alex we’d just sit and laugh at everything. I wanna go watch some movies in Peckham, the best audience ever. Partynextdoor came on when the train stopped by a farm and I couldn’t stop laughing. I observed so many animals horny af, kept cracking up and asking myself am I the only one seeing this ish and that boi stroking like a mofo lol. Some people are so freaking generous. But so many are on some crabs in the barrel ish it’s sad af. What you give you really do get back. Tenfold. And isn’t it a blessing to be able to give whatever you can if you can? Outside the city centre people are nicer. Was pissed cos I’m not a selfie person and I wanted to take a photo of my fit (not the one pictured lol) and I didn’t have time but pls believe me the levels were levelling my g. A trendy 30 something black woman in yellow walked past, came back and then dropped the: I like your style line and dipped. I was so gassed cos the fit did indeed go braazy lol and I wanted evidence. Frieren and Jujutsu Kaisen are sooooo freakin good and I don’t know anyone who watches em in real life which sucks cos I wanna talk about them sooo freakin bad. Let’s smile again soon. Let’s laugh again soon. DJ Screw Sade is a whole nother gravity, floaty and heavy

https://twitter.com/seavenwaves/status/1547446800822415361?t=bKIKCzQg9H5yaRr3InJ-lQ&s=19

DAS CRAAAAZY

hey sarah, ich war der ‘german anon’ von vorhin :)

julian zietlow - boah was ist da den los 🤯🤯🤯 so dumm einfach!

PS lieb deine stories soo soo sehr und ist mein guilty pleasure wenn ich am weg ins büro bin jeden morgen in der district line 🤣

Ahaha omg wie verrückt!! Freut mich total dass es dir gefällt :) nehme auch die District line zur Arbeit 👀 CRAAAAZY ❤️

Meine thoughts um 04.48:.

Ich schätze wirklich mein Leben und wie gut es mir/uns geht. Hey Körper Danke für 3 gesunde Kinder. Irgendwie immer noch krass wenn man darüber nachdenkt, dass man 3 eigene Kinder hat. Craaaazy. Es ist das beste Gefühl dass man diese 3 Individuen erschaffen hat. Aber irgendwie hab ich auch das Gefühl mein Glück nun ausgereizt zu haben. Weißt du wie ich meine? Kann das sowieso überhaupt nicht glauben, dass man so viel Glück haben kann im Leben. 3 gesunde Kinder. Ich bin wirklich jeden Tag dankbar für das Leben welches ich lebe.

Und dann noch was: finde es so extrem: egal wie gut jemand äußerlich ausschaut, wenn die Person einen schlechten Charakter hat ist sie sofort hässlich. Also mir geht's zumindest so. Finde es richtig verrückt. Aber genau richtig. Ich kann es übrigens an einer Hand abzählen wer es geschafft hat bei mir richtig zu verkacken. Das zu schaffen ist gar nicht mal so einfach.

Aber andersrum find ich es genauso: einen guten Charakter kann einen Menschen so schön machen.

Damals als ich noch cool war 2015.

So baby ist noch nicht eingepennt. Hm soll ich ne runde buch hören nebenher. Es ist 05 18.

Ich weiß übrigens, dass es hier so n paar verrückte gibt, die sich meinen scheiß ernsthaft durchlesen🥲 Habt Spaß Menschen. Oder fangt an zu tumblrn. Ich finds mega 😃

Noch ne kurze frage: Wachsen Augen eigentlich mit? Also ich glaube nicht. Was sagst du dazu?

05:28 So jetzt schläft der kleine Wurm hoffentlich gleich.Ich bin gespannt wann der Rest der Wurmfamilie aufwacht. Wünsche dir dann mal einen guten Start in die Woche und sei stets achtsam und reflektiert. 🙂

Got my passport in the mail today das craaaazy

wait what changed?? your blog looks the same to me

hehehe just the header and bio! nothing crazy x

🥚

oi rehly hav mentoly ilnehs dont oi

Mi ritrovo da sola e finalmente mi dimentico per un po' di quella onnipresente timidezza mista a terrore che mi prende quando temo che qualcuno mi senta cantare (ragione per la quale posto video su video, nella speranza di farmela passare).👩‍🎤 Per una volta me ne frego anche della parete in comune con i vicini e canto che so craaaazy a tutto il palazzo. Con trasporto.

Hi everybody. It's time for another craaaazy T-shirt, long sleeve version. This shirt is called "Famous Painting x Beer (The Last Supper)" by the talented TM-3 Design. It's part of his "Beer" T-shirt series where he adds a beer to a famous painting, character, or historical person. Each shirt is meticulously drawn and for each design a glass of beer is added in the perfect position. Particularly, this shirt stuck out among all the other fantastically drawn alcohol influenced designs. Leonardo da Vinci's high quality painting is only improved with the son of God and his followers in possession of a mug of beer. To complete the design the word "KANPAI!" is stationed directly below the image. "Kanpai" is a word said in Japan before guzzling down a tasty beverage. What a brilliant final touch to such a work of art. If you'd like to purchase this shirt then you can click on the link below. And, if you purchase it before March 31st then for every shirt you buy 800-1000 yen will be donated to the Japanese Red Cross for humanitarian efforts in Ukraine. Please check it out. Thanks everyone, and have a wonderful day.

T-shirt -> https://suzuri.jp/office-hirotomo/8302114/big-long-sleeve-t-shirt/l/black

I looked good two days in a row? Das craaaazy. But y’all gotta see it too (at Hope Botanical Gardens) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9DhvhyBNT3/?igshid=1wooah6hfg0ex

Il Backpacker

Dopo mesi trascorsi sulle strade del Sudamerica è venuto il momento di dedicare uno scritto ad uno degli animali più interessanti e curiosi incontrati lungo la via: il backpacker.

L'esemplare medio è un maschio bianco (ma le donne non si sentano escluse), di età compresa tra i 25 ed i 35 anni, i capelli ispidi e spettinati, la barba lunga e non curata, gli occhi vitrei ed i denti (quelli rimasti) di tonalità dall'ocra al marrone. Tatuaggi tribali, piercing, anelli, ciondoli e decine di braccialetti colorati a polsi e caviglie sono l'adorno ideale per corpi sgraziati e vagamente emaciati, induriti dalla fame e dalle intemperie. L'abbigliamento del backpacker (o turista da campeggio/ostello) è di facile riconoscimento: un tempo forse tecnico, è ormai usurato dal tempo. I vestiti sono rotti o, nel migliore dei casi, solamente macchiati. Quando raggiungono uno stato di totale inutilizzabilità, il backpacker, in preda alla foga da acquisti di souvenirs, decide di sostituirli con folkloristici indumenti locali, coloratissimi maglioni di alpaca, ponchi di lana lunghi fino ai piedi, magliette con loghi improbabili, carnevalesche bandane...il tutto in un mix scoordinato e sgraziato, spiacevole come un pugno in un occhio. 

Poi c'è lo zaino, elemento imprescindibile per il turista da ostello: superiore in massa e volume al peso corporeo del suo possessore, è immancabilmente adornato con le bandierine dei paesi attraversati. Tenda, sacco a pelo e materassino, luridi, penzolano dallo zaino come cadaveri di poveri suicida, in balia di intemperie e sporcizia. A questo stravagante gusto si aggiunge la spiccata tendenza del backpacker al consumo di bevande alcoliche scadenti e droghe leggere (o pesanti, ma economiche), che lo rendono un animale da compagnia chiassoso e molesto, invadente e appiccicoso.

Si limitassero ad essere brutti e a stare fermi, questi esemplari sarebbero anche tollerabili, se non altro perchè osservarli nel loro habitat naturale è una discreta forma di intrattenimento. Tuttavia, la natura li ha dotati anche di una voce e di imprevedibili capacità motorie, di cui loro fanno uso e abuso senza il minimo raziocinio. Così, non è raro sentirli urlare nel mezzo della notte, mugugnare a voce alta alle 5 del mattino, fischiettare spensieratamente in tutte le aree comuni degli ostelli, russare indecentemente, scaracchiare per terra senza vergogna. 

Il turista da campeggio è anche quello che applaude festoso al Perito Moreno, che ride sguaiatamente a bocca aperta mentre mangia, che urla "Banzaiii!" alla fine della salita per giungere al Fitz Roy, che ascolta musica alta sul bus e parla instancabilmente nei musei... 

Indipendentemente dal paese di provenienza, il vocabolario del backpacker è infarcito di termini internazionali che lo fanno sentire cittadino del mondo, come "Wow, fucking amazing!", oppure "What the fuck!", o ancora "Incredible, craaaazy!", immancabilmente urlati ai quattro venti nelle situazioni meno opportune. Come inopportuno è il bisogno spasmodico di questi esemplari di raccontare a chiunque incontrino, anche senza esser stati interpellati, tutto il loro magnifico viaggio, senza omettere alcun tipo di dettaglio né gli aneddoti più insignificanti. A tutto questo si aggiungono le loro preistoriche abitudini comportamentali ed alimentari.

Forse per marcare il territorio, il backpacker tendenzialmente emana effluvi tossici, la sua presenza passa difficilmente inosservata. La doccia, quando capita, la fa rigorosamente senza ciabatte, a prescindere dal rischio di infezione batterica cui va incontro. Non tira mai l'acqua del water, forse per ragioni ecologiste, ed ama affrescare il wc con schizzi botticelliani di sterco ed urina, per mostrare al mondo il suo amore per l'arte rinascimentale.

Altrettanto pittoresca è la sua alimentazione, alla cui base ci sono tre ingredienti: cipolla, avocado e mayonese. Tutto il resto è contorno. Come alchimisti saggi e potenti, i backpackers invadono le cucine degli ostelli tagliando, sporcando, mescolando, friggendo, bruciando e affumicando, con un impegno commovente. Se si impegnassero a far silenzio tanto quanto si prodigano a produrre mostri culinari, il mondo sarebbe un posto migliore.

Maldestri e scomposti, si lanciano in preparazioni ardite ed audaci, usano spezie ed aromi esotici, decorano i loro piatti con würstel crudi e uova sode mentre addentano con soddisfazione cipolle intere crude... Pasta stracotta con aglio, carote grattugiate, pomodoro e cetrioli è probabilmente il piatto preferito di questo curioso animale sociale che in cucina, alla fine, produce sempre una merda. D'autore forse, ma pur sempre una merda. E, non contento, il backpacker lascia gli avanzi della sua opera d'arte buttati in giro, sul tavolo, nel lavello, alla mercè di insetti o, chissà, altri suoi simili affamati.

Non vi sembra un animale meraviglioso?

Il piatto preferito del backpacker è: pasta stracotta con carota grattuggiata, cipolla cruda, aglio e mayonese

La canzone preferita del backpacker è: un mix di rutti, fischettii, scoregge e "What the fuck?!"