The match re-commences as the screen cuts to a picture of a snowstorm with no sound. After three minutes the crowd becomes restless. Their damp displeasured faces are turned towards the out-front mix position. We shrug and smile back. The screen crackles and flickers back to football seconds before Italy finally succumbs to France.
Every day is a week.
Konstanz, Germany, 10th July. It's a tent today, a great big blue and yellow plastic circus affair. At least we are out of the rain. The lighting rig is a bizarre collection of old 1kw and 2kw fresnels, forty or so parcans and a few old Lekos clinging to truss and scaff pipe skilfully, yet daringly, strapped and bolted to anything in or near the tent roof that looks vaguely like a hanging point. The rig is devoid of colour or patch.