how i think it went
75 fans going to Finsbury Park on Sunday (for the past several weeks): WHERE THE FUCK IS THE TIMETABLE WE ARE LOSING OUR MINDS
Dirty Hit:
Huxley:
Jamie:
Matty:
Ross:
Anyone else from the 75 inner circle:
Hann: *sighs* *rolls up sleeves* *fires up the laptop* *opens Excel* "Why does it always have to be me."
George: *looks over Hann's shoulder* *grins* "Let me help."
Hann: *goes on the View tab and clicks 'hide gridlines' before doing anything else*
George: *gets a full OCD boner*
Hann: "Alright so there's this curfew thing. Lifts at 10 and then resumes at 9:30." *writes down the word CURFEW*
George: *points at the screen* "Add STRICT in there."
Hann: *adds STRICT* *grins* *creates another table below for set times* "Alright then, who's playing?"
George: "Us, obviously."
Hann: *writes down The 1975* *Googles the full lineup* *writes down the rest of the acts in decreasing order of appearance*
George: "That's a bit confusing. Looks like we're the ones playing first."
Hann. "Fuck, you're right." *adds numbers from 7 to down to 1 next to the set times*
George: "Beautiful."
Hann: *posts on Instagram adding TBC to cover his ass* *looks down at his phone smiling, satisfied* "You're welcome, people."
On this, the anniversary of Finsbury, let us enjoy this micro-fic that Apples wrote about Hann's amazing spreadsheet.




















