Time is ticking on in lovely wexford. Suddenly the massive tent has been built, the scenery is turning up, the boys have nearly finished building the seating banks. Now the forklifts and cherrypickers have all gone away, the bar marquee has been erected. Now there are just a few of us (the stage crew and a handful of others) who have the castle and big tent all to ourselfs. It's really rather nice, quite peaceful and relexing (despite the heavy heavy lifting and general scen related engineering). On lunchbreaks and tea breaks I get to lie in the baking sun surrounded by a big park, looking over the lake, watch the tourists and various newlywed couple wander round and get their photos taken. Then if I want then I can go and sit on the roof and sunbathe. Not a bad way to make a living.
Tonight is the meet and greet night, so all the noisy singers and musos turn up, along with god knows who else (around 250 people involved with the festival) so we get the first of the free booze and food nights - wheee, free Moet and Chandon, Guinness and wine all night. Marvellous, who needs a liver with all that around the place. Ha ha
OK, gonna go now, I'll have some photos up soon.
all the best
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make friends with a peacock! Or did they take them away with the forklift?
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