We’re going to the queue, queue, queue. There’s nothing to do, do, do. Can you come too, too, too?
Whilst in the seemingly endless queue tonight at Wembley Arena tonight for The Prodigy (I shit you not – it was 1h 07m from the point we joined the line outside the venue until we were actually standing inside the venue, by which point we’d missed Dizzee Rascal. Narrow escape there then…), we spied one…