lcf diary entry (day 3)

Day 3 Second trade day:

7.30am: couldn’t get into the building as I’d thrown away my wristband. Stood in a queue of other baffled exhibitors.  

8am: new wristband issued and the morning ritual of milk acquisition commences.

8.05am: there’s no running water on our side of the building. The plumber has been called.

8.15: Kenny’s here with the world’s largest backpack!  

8.30am: After nattering about the strange uptake of Strawbs and the need for shorts, we’re festival ready!

9am: our robusta festival-stand neighbours are incredibly fun. I want a picture with/of them but they’re actually working. Shame that.  

10am: I honestly can’t believe how many speciality coffee shops there are in the UK and how they’ve all managed to fit into this venue!

2pm: hunger has set in. Kenny has gone on the hunt for free hotdogs. A foolish endeavour.

2.20pm: Kenny remerges with hotdogs. Never once doubted him.

3pm: Dark Arts arrive as a pack, wearing all black. This can’t be a coincidence, they must’ve decided this on the WhatsApp group beforehand. They are very cool. Make a mental note to find my own wolf pack.

3.15pm: Notification that we’ve sold out of Strawbs online and are running dangerously low on Juliana. It hadn’t even entered my mind that this could be a possibility.

3.30pm: let a lady try on two tee shirts. She wants them both and a tote bag. Nice.

3.31pm: she thought the merch was free and is now en route to the exit. Kenny looks into my eyes and not a word is spoken.

3.32pm: Kenny majestically wrestles the tees and the tote off of the lady. He is the perfect business partner.

5pm: forgotten what the sensation of sitting down feels like.

6pm: turns out Kenny’s huge backpack is here because he’s going to the airport later.

6.15pm: we sprint to Spitafields, demolish a Bleeker burger and down a pint before Kenny has to go. I will miss his optimism.

6.30: I now have heartburn and no Rennies on me.