The band was good, but didn't have the flow or kefi for a Panighiri. Fast song that got people dancing, slow song that had them sitting down again. There's an art to playing a Panighiri, if the band doesn't cut it, the party fizzles before its ended.

The Frikes Panighiri is the festival known to nearly happen, and again this year, it nearly happened. There were spurts of great fun that approached climax but then dissipated quickly, like a sneeze that doesn't reach its final expulsion.

This year was a good year for the restaurants, but only those around the Panighiri circle. The others on the edge, looked on wistfully in hope.

The band played until around 3.30am and once they packed up, so did most of Frikes. People disappeared pretty quickly, leaving only the Fiorendino Bar pumping out its blend of 80s Aussie Rock and a little Dff Dff Dff. Restaurants cleared their tables, packed up their kitchens and salvaged cutlery and crockery, usually dispersed across other establishments. Had the band kept playing, the late-comers would have kept partying, but as it happened, nearly everyone who never usually lasts to the end of a Panighiri, was able to see this Panighiri be put to bed.