Burning a hole through my leg, via the wallet in my pocket

Money. I need lots.

This summer alone i've been offered a very nice bass stack for £800, £700 for a kitted out tour bus and holidays/festivals left, right and center. I want to do it all and, via peer pressure/wanting to have an awesome summer i've spent the vast majority of my funds on bestival, leeds festival, ATP in december and a holiday in barcelona. Oh dear. Now i'm lacking the dough for all the shit i actually need to play music in the way i want... pedals, new amps and cabs and transport... it's all very expensive.

We need to be able to illegally download physical objects as soon as possible... doable right?

A big dilemma at the moment is freshers week. I'm meant to be organising an all day gig for the tail end of the week funded entirely by my student loan, money i make over summer and whatever i find down the back of sofas and furniture.

Today i tried to book a semi-well known indie pop band to headline the show. Whilst existing somewhere in a land of spazzed brain farts and naive hope i offered a pitiful offer of a few hundred quid. I was pretty much told where to go; a fuck off and no thanks followed by the suggestion by offer was missing two very expensive zeroes from the end of the figure. I felt very much like an empty headed retard and made to feel as such. The guy i was contacted managed to do this via email. He was obviously an up himself prick but it really was a noobish error on my part. Oh dear! At least my first choice (the band i managed to offend are not them) seem pretty positive and up for it. Huzzah!

So. If you fancy sending me money, please do! If you don't, fair enough. I might just play the lottery for a bit and see what happens, if only for the "lulz".

Although, i've always had a weird thing with winning the money to buy my way into what i want to do instead of working for it. It's like playing the sims with the money cheat. It's all fun and games for the first few minutes until you throw a loved one in a pool, remove the ladder and stare out their pixels until they sink and die.

Or placing tinder-like carpets next to petrol spitting fires whilst forcing your little people into diving into the inferno until they morph into tombstones.

In short, i want more money to do my shit but i don't want to become a omnipotent sociopath with a wireless mouse, lording my edit mode over the world. Would be an interesting career choice however. Definitely a plan b.