|A perfect view of the judging panel and stage...|
|What a view: Worth the trek down to Surrey...|
My brother spoke to a runner who kindly agreed to escort us through the building to the studio. Two women greeted’ us at the doors with confusion and were actually quite hostile/rude when they realised we weren't production guests. Then, the girl from Applause Store came along and told us that there were already two wheelchairs inside so there was no more room. It had been a wasted journey (although the food at Azzuro was lovely and made the trip worthwhile).
My sister and carer began to argue (obviously I was annoyed but I prefer to express my anger in the written form) because, like they pointed out, we were not told that there were only two wheelchair spaces at the recording and we would possibly not get in. If we had known from the start, it would have been easier to take and we could've perhaps gone to the theatre. Instead of that, we wasted our evening waiting around like fools. Eventually, the girl admitted that she had made mistake and offered to upgrade my membership to priority as a means of an apology. Not the greatest sorry ever but after writing a letter and getting nowhere, I realise it’s better than nothing.
I saw the aforementioned girl on Friday. She patronisingly asked if the emergence of the sun “had put me in a better mood?” as if the whole Reality Bites situation was my fault. I laughed and bit my lip…
Bye for now!