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Originally posted by stroller
My favourite things about the Picnic were;
The Crowd - ... This pleased me no end. As did the lack of fifteen year old Killers fans puking on their own shoes.
Yeah but it made it much harder if you wanted to score.
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Originally posted by stroller
The Security - They used expressions like "please", "thank you", "enjoy yourself" and "have a nice weekend". I even saw one of them blowing bubbles at the front of the De La Soul gig. Plus they didn't bother searching you for booze when you left the campsite for the main arena. Also despite the fact that everywhere you went there was a lovely whiff of hash I didn't hear of one person being busted by the DS.
It was a Scottish/Irish firm doing security last weekend, I too thought they were very polite and efficient. If you had a can in hand going into the arena they stopped you, but if you were discreet you got through no bother. The big complaint I heard from people about them was that at the start of Friday they didn't realise that mini barbeques were allowed and they confiscated hundreds of them at the security check before they got the word that they were allowed.
They also confiscated some of my friend's mushrooms which resulted in an angry phone call to Portlaoise Garda Station, "some bastard stole our drugs". In fairness due the the recent reclassification of them to class A in the UK they thought that they might have been in the right. But those little bits of not knowing how some things worked in Ireland/at the festival were somewhat frustrating but overall they were far better than the pricks you sometimes get here.
Daragh, just be gratefull that folk here haven't started describing what happened at Arcade Fire, then you'd be sick. The crowd singing Wake Up a full 20 minutes before the band took the stage, the huge cheers they recieved when they merely came out to soundcheck, Will and Richard's crazy on stage antics, the whole audience singing, shouting & screaming the lyrics back at them (even for the EP songs), the tent being so packed that people were standing on people's shoulders well outside it just so they could get a look, and the music; oh dear God the music.
Opps, sorry dude.