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Saving Michael Jackson's ass
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Wembley Stadium. I was a lugger, as in local crew, roadie without the road.
It was scaffolding time, Wembley Stadium was allowed to put on eight shows a summer, or something, decreed by the Haringhey council, or something. Made for shitty light shows incidently, the excess of daylight.
Anyway, scaffolding is cool, loads of hours, and you got fed, better than travelling to the other side of London to get paid 15 quid for a 5 hour load in, or worse, get stranded the other side of London after a 5 hour load out.
So there I was laying out scaffold bars and I notice, "heh? 15 on that side, 14 on this side?" We're about two flights up, I check, double check then mention to one of the ring leaders, "er, is the stage meant to be symetrical?"
All work stops, the stage has to be rebuilt, recenterred and relevelled, we get to eat.
Heard the big boss ask the ring leader "Did you spot that?", "No, one of the loaders"
Cunt, he could have pointed me out, I may have got a promotion.
Michael Jackson mimes btw.
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