Simone Scott Warren The last twenty four hours have found the internet awash with proclamations of disgust at the price of a Rolling Stones ticket. As Mick and Keef gallop into town and bump up their pension funds by charging 95 for the cheapest ticket (minus booking fee, of course), the likelihood that the casual fan is rushing out to buy one seems pretty slim. After all, add those booking fees on, and you're looking at 106 a ticket -- or half the price of a Glastonbury ticket with literally hundreds of bands (and if current rumours are to be believed, The Rolling Stones are likely to be headlining, anyway). But the thing is, it's all very well to get up in arms about these things, and start bad mouthing the Stones for their greed, but it's not like they're the first band to charge a ludicrous amount. At least they do actually have the back catalogue to justify it. Since Madonna first decided that she was worth it (in more than a shampoo sense) and started charging hundreds of quid a ticket, musicians who've had a certain career longevity -- but probably don't actually sell records anymore -- have made their rent by filling up arenas with gullible punters willing to pay uber-dollars to watch a small dot in the distance smash out their greatest hits. Personally I'd expect a quick fumble with Jagger (circa 1969, not now; that'd be sick) for that price, but isn't the point that