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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Sunday 29 September 2002 (Day View) – Wallaby Creek Festival
29.09.2002 – Sunday 29 September – Day three of the Wallaby Creek Festival
- • I awoke at nine. Shan and I took the laptop back down at ten and set it up ready for webcasting again. There were a few people at the “Poet’s Breakfast” but no one really came to the stage area for a few hours. The schedule was thrown out the window. Rumour was that security had quit during the night and new security had to be found as before the police turned up and discovered the bar was operating without any. There were large hour-long gaps without any bands playing. The crowd simply wasn’t. And it all went downhill from there, only picking up late at night, with bands going until 1 AM. Shan and I got to bed some time after two.