Resident 
Scorpions 
Lisa Hannigan 
Slash
When I look through the lists, as I think I’ve mentioned before, a small memory will flit through my noggin – or not. And sometimes, it’s a whole host of memories. With these four, one I remember nothing, another I remember someone wearing bright orange running shoes and, as you might expect, running around a lot. A top hat for another (hmmmmmmmmm?) and a thunder and lightning storm for the last, where I was operating one of four followspots – yes, there we were, the rain bucketing down, the lightning right above our heads and us, the operators, positioned at the highest point in the festival area. The show wasn’t called off – and we survived. I’ll let you figure out which list is which memory.