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On a warm weekday evening Chris Issak played a wonderful outdoors concert at Chateau St Michelle.   The shere volume of people attending the concert marred an otherwise exceptional evening.  

My companions arrived over an hour later than anticipated merely because of traffic congestion.   The Chateau provided sufficient parking and a shuttle bus service to carry customers to and from their cars.    

I have difficulty controlling my panic in crowds.  Fear of Crowds.  FOC   an appropriate acronym.    “FOC! lots of people,   let me out of here!”

It was difficult to relax during the concert because of the powerful urge to skedaddle.   Normally I can  ignore crowds by focussing on a conversation nearby,  the main event, or some specific activity (e.g. watching a film). When this fails the Cinderalla Effect comes into play.   I leave.   Quickly.   Despite the excellent music,   good  companions and cheerful nature of the crowd I left at 9.15pm before Chris Isaak had finished his main set.  

Mid-escape a girl stopped me “I love your outfit!” she beamed,    “I love your…. (pause while Wendy finds something to compliment) …facial piercings” I choked over my shoulder  while dashing directly  to the shuttle bus service.

Fabulous hat that tooped my lovelly outfit,  with a flower on it which is bigger than my nose,  and that's BIG  

Wendy FOC’d-off

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