They came, they saw, they prevaricated. Many and marvellous were the
lines spun by would-be gatecrashers, trying to penetrate the recent
Phoenix Festival, where acts included the Sex Pistols and Bjork.
‘My sister’s gone into labour, so I need to find my brother-in-law’;
‘I’m following a lay line which passed through the site’; ‘My dog has
got in through the gate and I need to go in and find him’ and ‘God sent
me’ were just some of the yarns logged by organiser Mean Fiddler’s
events PR agency FFi.
Four people, who had the ingenuity to dress as (both ends of) a pair of
rhinos, did manage to charm their way in and duly had wristbands
attached to their slightly larger-than-size-five hooves.
Sandra Hussey, FFi account manager, explains the agency’s
softheartedness rests in an unwritten rule that the best gatecrasher
line of an event gains free entrance. ‘They were obviously very
practised blaggers,’ she admits.
Edited by Rebecca Dowman