As excited, even apprehensive as I was about working the Lincolnshire show with Foo Go, it actually turned out to be one of the busiest, unfortunately least enjoyable days I’ve had since I started. It dawned on me quite early on, that simply moving production out of the store, into a big tent, was not going to bring the double shots of fun than we had all expected. More akin to a strange, working camping holiday, the sound of the wind flapping the PVC doors, reminded me of all those fucking horrible trips I endured as a child.
On a rather more presitgeous note, I was completely unaware of the reach that Foo Go had. With almost the entire cavalry of food producers being sponsored by us; which was great, since it gave me - I’m sure - a completely false sense of grandeur as I walked up to the candied nuts stall before we left, and had the already incredibly nice lady, be super nice to me because of the logo on m…