When the Garage announced that they were having a Monster Munch versus Space Raiders Party, complete with a cannon firing crisps from the balcony onto the clubbers below (much like a foam party but with corn snacks) on the 1st of April, I was convinced that it was a joke. Convinced.
I got more confused when they booked me to come along and work at it – why would they ask me to take photos if it was just a piss-take? The only thing I could think of was that they would be in packets – and even then, that sounds ludicrous.
I was totally wrong. Golden crisps showered the Garage, with people donning shower caps and ponchos below. Not to mention the mess, they’re a bloody nightmare to photograph they’re that small.
The things I do to avoid getting a normal job.