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"No!" "Have you passed out ed white at gigs before?" "Noooooo! I've been to MILLIONS of gigs!" "What did you eat and drink today?" "Vegemite toast and two cups of tea!" "Ah ed white 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 ed white 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. "Amateurs!" I'd scoff, "Can't hack the pace! G'wan, get outta here!". But now here I was, pasty-faced and pathetic, sipping water from a paper cup. Suddenly the lights went down and crowd screamed.
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