One thing I forgot to mention yesterday was that I spent a good hour traipsing through the stalls looking for wellies. I found some, but the markup was just outrageous. Seriously, if you're going to do that, put on a mask and rob me properly you fecking footpad. So Bridget called her parents who are coming up today and they're going to pick up a pair for me on the way. Things are getting pretty desperate here. I'm down to my last pair of dry socks, and thought that doesn't sound like the end of the world, there are still four more days to go. Mannie has already had one pair of his socks turn Chernobyl on us, and they're currently sealed under fifty feet of lead in an undisclosed location at the site (probably along with the left overs from the dinner that someone was cooking a little ways away from us yesterday. Smelled like they were barbecuing a wombat. Without skinning or de-furring it first.
So, it's wet, stormy, balmy but bugger me we're having fun. Today we have gig at the Duck and Shovel (my favourite location -I just love the little creek that flows between the venue and the beer tent, and this year it's really flowing (picture).
Had a funny episode happen on the way to the gig, which I told the audience about. Funny thing was it's true. I was sheltering under an awning from a particularly nasty shower, and I was wearing my new Mr Grumpy T shirt (from the Mister Men). I looked over and there was this guy grinning at me. He pointed to his chest and low and behold, he had the same shirt on, except his said Mr Happy. He smiled, grinned and pointed at his smiley face. I just told him to sod off. Mr Grumpy indeed. (Thanks to Bridget for the lovely photo :) )
The Duck turned out to be another corker. We varied the setlist so we did a completely different set to yesterday, and the highlight was definitely Ready for the Storm/The Gael. At the end of the gig we were approached my the manager of the Chai Tent (which is a big venue in its own right these days) wondering if we'd like to do a set there in the evening. It was another cool one, and we managed to get the tent singing along to Sunny Sailor Boy (although that was a bit tricky as everyone was just so mellow).
Unfortunately the Mr Grumpy T shirt seems to have become a bit distinguished, and throughout the day I had laughing at me. Even two policemen took the piss.
My feet are just buggered from the wet, and Mannie's are about the same. If another one of the girls makes a gloaty remark about their dry feet there might just be a terrible bodhran/arse accident.
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