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Date: 10 March 2005 05:49:01
I came back the next day at 4pm to look after the Old Dead a Church based activity. Imagine my pristine 5 star facility invaded by over 4000 hyperactive pentacostal teenagers. It was in the same room as the sporting thing the night before but the room was completely different. Another Herculean effort was required to change it back from the sporting event to the concert and put the same stage that was there for the dinner The Rainbow Connection had looked after them during the bump in and i was here for the show itself. I mainly get the church based gigs because i speak the language. Even though the traditions of my church and the Old Dead are a little different we still speak the one mother tongue. My client from one of the other church based gigs i do regularly had a display. He hung out with us for a while. I think he was a little bored. The House of Chops started to really buzz as the teens turned up. You never loose that tone you get as a church yoof worker when you see kids slide down 30 ft of balustrade or hanging over a escalator. For once the intimidation factor of the earpiece and the suit worked a charm. HE and I walked around at the end and mostly non verbal action worked very strongly. All it takes is the hulking frame and a raised eyebrow or a shake of the head that says I wouldn't if i was you. These punks try it on with the staunch look of go on old mate. We have to give the tough look back and upgrade it a few notches. It makes us chuckle cause we are such big softies. But the punks melt when you give them that look that says trust me Young mate you don't want to make me unhappy. For all the punks out there please do not take offence to the use of the term punk. I love punks and have many friends who are right into it and Warren is exploring her inner punk in these days. I just wish to express much love to the many punks who I am sure who read this here blog.
I Was assisting HE in putting up signs as we came around a corner we saw a hole in the wall. That hole looks like that is the size of your head. No way, my head is much bigger than that hole. Dear reader I can tell you my head is perfect for that hole almost as if my head caused the hole. Which I am proud to tell you it didn't. Inside things were a jumping. I mean that literally. I was watching the underneath of the seats and they would move about 5cms. I was choked and a little worried that 2 thousand teens would come crashing down because of over excitement and pogoing in worship. I could just see the headlines now "hundreds crushed in worship incident". Thankfully the excitement machine who is a former engineer was beside me and assured that it had all been load tested and the flexing in the seats undercarriage was indeed a ok thing. So here is a thing to remember next time your in a crowd of pentecostal pogoing pubescent there is some flexing in the seats but it is all o.k. Supposedly no flexing is actually worse. No flexing means snapping and that would all end in tears. Apart from that it all went well. There were a few people in the crowd that knew me and when security said it's time to go home they pulled out a bit of it's ok i am with chops. They never said g'day but when they can hang around more because of me I am suddenly someone they wish to talk to. I did bump into a friend "bob" who I saw for the second time this week. I had a day off an went for a drive and landed in a city 150k's away and bumped into Bob in a department store and then at the Old Dead concert. She knew I worked at the house of chops but was not so sure what I do there. Like all those friends before her who have seen me at work she was also impressed. Once again the suit has magical powers.
It all ended pretty well in the end like it always does.
Till next time remember flexing is good,
Chops