Then my facebook inbox pings into life.. VIP front row tickets to Jay-Z, wanna go? Was Jesus a Jew I wanna go.
So yesterday there we were, at the O2 watching Kanye and Jay do their thing. The music was insane, platelets pumping, the crowd one beating heart, hands in the air tearing our vocal cords to smithereens. Kanye's face a million technicolour pixels, dilated pupils a slither of chocolate iris and electrifyng lyrics. Jay-Z the definition of cool. Flames shooting across the stage, the heat licking our skin, flashing lights, three hours flash by.
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar