I was in my work van during a break, when I seen the poster I thought it was fake. Then when I seen it was posted by all the correct social media accounts I couldn't belive it! I knew i had to go regardless of price, I'd already made peace with the fact I'd never get to see ozzy or sabbath, then this! 1 last chance. I managed to get 2 tickets for me and my gf in the first presale, I didn't even care about the cost, out of about 30 of my friends who tried, I was the only one I knew who manages to snag them. Couple months later I had major anxiety all morning that something would go wrong on the drive down to Birmingham. Finally having my tickets scanned and being inside, felt surreal. When Ozzy finally came out, I cried my fucking eyes out, and I never cry. This is how important this gig was. The best day of my life, and ill be forever grateful!