Stalker can just imagine the big Slane concert happening in a few years time.
Headline acts beat down the door to play at the quintessential summer gig in Ireland.
The lead singer is on stage and suddenly the wind changes direction, the concert goers are suffused by the smell from the nearby compost yard! Ah the delights of summer.
Stalker knows very well that mushroom folk are well hardened to the noxious niffs that exude from the compost yard, but for the more tender olfactory systems of the average concert goer � the Proustian moment, years later, would not be sweetness and light, but a memory cascade of compost concentrate invading their nostrils, on their big day out watching their favourite global rock act.
Needless to say, the bands wouldn't rebook for another gig either engulfed in a sulphurous stench.
No wonder Lord Henry Mountcharlie is lodging a complaint about the proposed compost yard at Stackallan!
