DIARY: Living proof that good gatecrashers really are an endangered species

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.

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



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