So this happened on Saturday. I started queuing from 11.30 even though she wasn’t coming on for another 9 hours. I didn’t know I was capable of leaving my bed at that kind of time, especially on a Saturday. The pushing, the standing, the crippled feet aftermath, my weave getting drenched, the mascara running down my face in the rain… All worth it. I got up close and personal with Mrs Peaches If Ya Nasty, right at the edge of the second stage. The highlight of the show was when she sang 1+1… A gangster tear nearly rolled down my cheek. I’m sure it was the rain again. When Rocket transitioned into How Does It Feel, I realised my edges were no longer in my ownership.

Also, she made eye contact with me more than once so I’ve decided to add that to my cv.