Black.
Wednesday, 23 May 2007
At 9.45pm, The Lodge called over the radio that the lower bar had been throttled by a power cut.
A few minutes later, and somewhat systematically, different areas of the park started blacking out one by one.
Even the street lights went off.
By now we were all equipped with torches and shit, and I was so looking forward to C.S.I.-ing my way around a panicking complex, holding the light at head-height (like, you know, the pros do) and escorting screaming kids/drunks/ENTS girls to safety. When I looked down at the main gates and noticed that the lights there had gone out, it was only a matter of time.
Suddenly, the entire complex flickered off...
... and then came straight fucking back on again.
Damn you, back-up generators.
posted by Sheamus @ 3:00 am
