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Colour me slightly optimistic

On the way to work yesterday I saw four advertisements for the Brisbane Medieval Fayre.

Two were simply huge pieces of black plastic, bigger than my car, with

Brisbane Medieval Fayre
Musgrave Park
Aug 5 & 6


written on them in white paint. Simple, yet effective.

The other two were poster size, with the above on them and further information on what types of things you can expect to see at the Fayre, plus the fact that gates open at 9:30am.

I am actually mildly optimistic about the Fayre.

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travisjhall
Jul. 25th, 2006 07:18 am (UTC)

I've heard a few whispers about it that indicate that it may be a very different Fayre than what we have seen previously. That's not necessarily a bad thing, though it isn't necessarily a good thing either.

omegamorningsta
Jul. 25th, 2006 10:00 pm (UTC)
You think the fact they are using GARBAGE BAGS to advertise is a good thing??

The organiser told the re-enactors that he has spent 35K on advertising. That's a lot of garbage bags... I believe there was some sceptisism about that claim ( and therefore about many other claims he made...)

We shall see...
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