Good news for Jen! Yay!

Finally something goes my way.

Sunday. I'm feeling annoyed that I'm so stony broke I can't afford to do...just about anything, so I decide to enter every competition going to win tickets to...just about anything. As it happens, there's a proliferation of Glastonbury ticket comps at the moment; it being Glastonbury and having sold out in approximately 1/8 of a second months ago meaning that every man and his dog in the UK will be entering. Somewhat shortening my odds. But, I enter anyway.
At which point I spot one for a VIP ticket. Hurrah, I cry, and hasten to read the details. Which is where it gets better. The VIP ticket is for a special Glastonbury correspondent for the Guardian online! Double hurrah! But what's the catch?
"Send us an email telling us, in 300 words or under, what you'd bring to our online Glastonbury coverage that no one else can, and the one thing you'd cover at this year's festival." By noon on Monday. Hmph, I think, and then decide to sod the deadline, cobble something together in 10 minutes and fire it off. Ah well, at least I tried.
And then today I recieve an email of congratulations...I've been shortlisted!
The BIG catch being that online readers have to vote for their favourite 300-word blurb. And that mine's not very good.
So I urge you, dear reader, to VOTE FOR ME. You are my only hope. Go to the website (although you may have to register first) and vote for me, get your friends and family to vote for me, invent pseudonyms to register under and VOTE FOR ME. Come on, it's my big oppo...
I just checked the website and I am officially "Amelie-in-a-field". I rule.
Oh, and a little incentive....I get a pair of tickets, so I'll have to think about who to take....

BTW the Cowell thing was a farce. More later.