jt, fiddy cent and some histrionic fans

It’s truly heading towards the sunset of my time in Ireland and soon I will be braving the horrible, long, cramped flight home – leaving behind Miss GreenEyes and everything else.

In order to get some cash before starting work in Australia again, I decided to work as a doctor at the Justin Timberlake (JT) concert (supported by 50 cent) for an obscene amount of money – I love concert promoters! Now, I’ll just stop here and say for the record that I probably wouldn’t have gone to this concert if I wasn’t getting paid…The choice, however, was easy. I could have been working at Joe Cocker. A crowd of (probably) fifty somethings sedately grooving away to his dulcit tones; versus 30,000 girls under thirty – hmmm. Of course, sadly, the majority were also younger than 18, but never mind.

Ireland turned on its best summer rain and the punters their best party dresses and stilletos whilst I donned my secret service radio earpiece, all access pass and stethoscope so I could wander between first-aid tents calming hyperventilating, tearful, drunk girls and look at twisted knees - ’I was watching my ‘boyfriend’ on stage (JT) and fell off a wall!’ was the excuse of the night. Fortunately, it wasn’t a busy evening and the kind first-aid officers did most of the work of sitting people down, giving them water and paper bags to breathe into. The majority of them weren’t too sick as they would rush out of the first-aid tent wrapped in their warming space blankets to rejoin the throng when their favourite song started playing! Similarly, my fears that a very healthy JT would suffer a mid-performance cardiac arrest (probably due to a congenital heart defect or some such) was ill-founded and the closest we got to anyone famous was someone in the production team suffering from diarrhoea!

In all I saw three patients…three…Seven hours, a set by 50 Cent and Justin Timberlake’s entire show for three patients – brilliant!

~ by Dr Ben on July 2, 2007.