It is what it is - a holy of hollies. It's no good complaining about the hard seats, the lack of ventilation, the laughable stage lighting, the hopeless seating direction signs or the dull decor. Nothing will be done to alter the Masters shrine. Just go because you have to. 13 years waiting before you get a ticket, though I hear that bookings are now going on-line.
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