This day started much like every other day in the sleepy (and hung-over) City of Dublin…  It started with people feverishly running about the place, trying to accomplish near impossible tasks for our beloved Fringe Festival.  Denying themselves of a well earned lie-in to lug heavy loads, chase from one venue to another, organise the unorganise-able and facilitate the unfacilitate-able.

Now… Allow me, if you will, to tell you a little about these people, of whom I speak…

As you read this, somewhere out there – a person is doing a largely thankless job.  

Some call these people volunteers…

Some call them slave labour

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…I call them heroes

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… and friends

Let us not allow their praises to go unsung any longer!

 

The fringe would fail without you

Our deepest gratitude (and a massive high-five)

 

The Fringe Staff