I showed early signs of an addictive personality disorder when I fell in love with GNR at the tail end of primary school.
As you can imagine, I was beside myself when I found out that GNR were going to come to play in Melbourne in Feb 1993 at the height of their fame. Wow. And to my good fortune, my eldest sister liked them, so we snapped up tickets and started counting down the days.
I was whipped into a frenzy just before the concert when they arrived in town, started appearing on the news and I can recall thinking, "Wow, Duff looks a lot different than in the pictures". It was only when I read in his book much later on that the then-26 year old was churning through 5 bottles of wine - just to take the edge off - per day.
On that magical day, we packed into my sister's blue Gemini and headed up to Calder Park for the show. It was a scorching, 40°C day which made the 1km long line to get in utterly gruelling. And to make matters worse, they announced at the end that no food or drink could be brought in and it had dumped in a pile. "Ahhh, so THAT was the pyramid structure I could see in the distance".
Once in, we nabbed a "prime position" so far away from the stage that GNR would have looked like ants through the scope of a sniper rifle.
Before the show, I recall water cost $2 per cup so people resorted to breaking pipes. There was then a deluge of rain which meant I was cold AND sunburnt, plus I only recall enjoying the support bands when they were leaving the stage.