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I had fainted at the Radiohead gig. Goddammit! "Are you on any medication, miss?" "No!" "Do you have any medical problems?" "No!" "Have you passed out at jerry gardner gigs before?" "Noooooo! I've been to MILLIONS of gigs!" "What did you eat jerry gardner and drink today?" "Vegemite toast and two cups jerry gardner of tea!" "Ah ha. Dehydration for sure.' I was just contemplating escape when another First Aid dude approached with a clip board. "Oh nooooo, you can't write this down." "It's just for our records." "Arrgh!" What a blow to ones credibility! I'd spent all day crowing about what a fucking rock veteran I was; speculating on the setlist, demonstrating shoulder-barge techniques to secure the best spot. In the past I'd sniggered at those skanky chicks being hauled from the mosh pit, their bodies limp and useless.
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