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Oh em GEE was that a good concert? HELL YES. Seriously, no jokes here, it was AMAZING. I was like WOAH.

I have never been so bloody sweaty in my entire life.

And I was the shortest person there.

At the beginning, we were literally a row away from the stage, and were being crushed to within an inch of our lives. I had four sets of arms round me, holding me up, and preventing me falling into the abyss of sweat and legs. And then some twat flicked a glowing fag end at me, burning my arm, and then landing on my breasts. Which was just lovely. So I have lots of little burn marks up my arm, and a fear of cigarettes.

After a while, I was not able to breathe any longer, and I couldn't see a bloody thing, so Fati and I dived into the crowd to escape. And the got stuck behind a bar. And a really really fat man. Which was fun. At leat we were free, and had a fantastic view, still closish to the front, just in time for "I Want You Bad" and "Why Don't You Get A Job". Sweating like the pigs we are, we made our way to the bar, doused ourselves in water, and placed ourselves behind a very camp gay man and his boyfriend, as they wiggled together to "Pretty Fly".

They ended with "Can't Get My Head Around You" (the best one EVER) and very last was "Self-Esteem". Freaking CLASS.

Fati and I escaped early, and stood on the banister looking out for the rest of them. Who were even sweatier than us (no, Alex, it is not nice) and made our way home, croaking and deaf.

Ahh.

Fucking BRILLIANT.

Today, I am going to Chloe's party. I will probably die. Nice knowing you.