This is a message to Taylor Swift. Taylor Alison Smith, I think that’s her name. I’m standing outside this chicken shop to deliver a very important message. I’m coming to a show tomorrow in Wembley. I’m very excited. I’ve been holding onto my ticket for a year. I’ve literally felt like the luckiest babe around. I do ask for one ball. I know, it’s very cheeky. Please don’t play London boy. I was hoping that you were gonna get it over and done with with the first flippin’ show. You didn’t. Second show? No. Third show? No! You’re going to Europe, you come back. It makes sense, London boy back in London. But please, I beg you, please for me, don’t play that song. I have been literally shaking my boots thinking about the prospect of London boy being one of the surprise songs. Love the discography. That song, I have personal beef with. I hate it, I can’t explain it. I just, I don’t want it in my ear drum. Every time it comes on, just hearing Idris Elba, I go on my scoot. It gives me, it scratches my brain. Not in a good way, in a bad way. If London boy comes on tomorrow, if it’s one of the surprise songs, what will I do? I will cry. I will cry. Please don’t play London boy, please. Please, please, please, please, please. I already lost Right Where You Left Me. That’s my favourite song of all time. That one is gone. The Swiss took that song. It’s okay, I’ll persevere. But London boy, I can’t do it. I can’t, please.