Selling air seems lucrative
Comment by HEATHER HUMPHRIES
I think I should become a purveyor of fine air.
It seems to be a lucrative business. I could retire at 19 and tour the world, sniffing out all the different countries.
In all seriousness, it does sound like a rather zany idea: To can or bag air and sell it online?
It is apparently worth more if it is from the atmosphere of a concert of a pop star.
While these cans and bags of contained air are being taken with a pinch of salt, the same may not be said of One Direction fans' obsession with their idols.
I should say at this point that I am not a Directioner. My navigation skills are pathetic.
I have nothing against these boys - I am just "directionless".
Which was why the idea of bagging carbon dioxide that they may have potentially exhaled flew over my head a little.
And it is not because of my 1.5m height.
The first-ever One Direction concert in Singapore on Wednesday was a big hit, it set a new Twitter record for a Singapore-based event at over 100,000 tweets.
Fans were at the Singapore Sports Hub as early as 4am.
The kicker was that some fans decided to bring Ziploc bags in the hope that they could catch some of 1D heart-throb Harry Styles' breath.
But I was then told that was not the most insane way 1D fans have tried to get a piece of the boyband.
In October last year, a fan spotted Styles throwing up on a sidewalk.
Following that, a shrine was erected at the spot with the sign: "Harry Styles Threw Up Here".
And to top it off, Styles' upchuck was then put on sale on eBay.
I have to applaud that fan for his/her dedication, but I may pass on shaking the person's hand.
Even though I'm 18, I may sound like a cranky old fart who shakes her fist at our youth today.
But I can understand the desire to have something that connects me with my favourite bands and singers.
Collecting something that may have passed through their hands (or stomachs) may make you feel like you are one step closer to actually knowing them.
But let's just stick to torn T-shirts, used bottles and tossed hats, shall we?