Three big things happened this weekend…
This is the first. The rest will be talked about later in the day.
This piece of pop pairing means that for about two minutes I was stood about 2 metres away from Mr Matt Busted on Friday night.
I was drinking cheap cocktails in a shitty bar in Camden and there he was. Girl in my dept, sitting with Emma, who was sitting with Matt. It’s a beautiful pop chain.
This would have obviously been more exciting if he was James or Charlie, or any one of McFly. Or for that matter, anyone who isn’t slightly overweight, unshaven and with bad hair. But hey, he did used to be in Busted.