Unless you've been asleep under a rock for the last few weeks, then you'll know that wee man Prince has been acting all silly buggers over here in the UK.
Indeed the elderly scamp has been using the element of surprise to its full advantage by playing a series of 'guerilla gigs' across London and in Manchester. The idea behind his Hit and Run tour is that his group, Third Eye Girl, reveal the whereabouts of the show a few hours before it takes place on Twitter. It's a right clever strategy cos the venues are much smaller than the arenas he's accustomed to packing. Because of this smaller scale, everyone goes fucking bat shit at the notion of seeing the wee man race through his hits in a locale where, if he wasn't wearing shades, you'd be able to see the whites of his eyes. It means many folk have spent hours waiting outside various venues around London for hours and hours and hours to see the Purple one rock through hours of hits. Not us however (boo hoo). When he's dropped a bollock of news on the internet, we've always been a little too late on the uptake or in totally the wrong place to warrant a trip to the venue queue. We're still waiting now for something to happen.
The closest I've been to Prince is standing outside Ronnie Scott's 10 hours before he was due on stage watching a queue of 200 people shuffle about and look very pleased with themselves.
Motherfuckers!
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