We went to watch Britney in Blackpool and she booked the hotel, obvs and it was such a kitsch indie hotel, with hens and stags not allowed, so she didn’t have to scowl at anyone. It had bouji chandeliers and a massive cow in the entrance, which we spent much time marvelling over. We had the best day, trying to find a semi decent bar to have a cockie in and a g&t on the pier before singing along to Mr Worldwide and BritBrit. It was such a good night and we had such a laugh. I’m so glad we made that happen.