Kristen had a summer of stewarding, bar-work and litter-picking lined up. He decided to stalk Weirdigans round the festies... Lucky for us, 'cos there he was waiting in the wings when Big Rob went down with a back injury and we were wallowing in mud at the Workhouse. Kris jumped into Rob's boots and was soon hoisting the tent and digging ditches like a good 'un. He ended up doing practically the whole Weirdigan season. He frequently made us laugh 'til our bellies hurt, surprised us with his disarming honesty, and won the best-dressed Weirdie award at every festie fancy-dress night. He surprised himself by discovering the joys of washing up :-)