Let him entertain you...

The concert was nothing less than euphoric. It was mind-blowing. There were stages in the performance where you couldn’t sway you co-ordless hips to his music, you couldn’t free an arm from the heaving mash-pit to sneak a sip of your cherished castle draught and you certainly couldn’t muster the vocal energy to shout at the 105 kg 6f 3in babagodouche behemoth of a female to move her frizzy fanta head to the right again… You were in awe…

It was nothing short of ‘oh-my-fuck-that-was-sick’. He was lank funny, he was arrogant enough to make you jealous (if the downpour of la senza didn’t already) and he was an absolute entertainer. And for what we got the tickets were horribly under priced. Chuck Norris would queue to see RW. It was sicker than an HIV Malaysian kid with avian flu…

The other cool thing was the security bouncers were so partial to a ‘gesture of goodwill’ getting into golden circle was easier than RW himself getting into any Cape Town girls la senza. Fan-fuckin-tastic…

Some fool was overheard saying at Pulse afterward that he totally expected more and it wasn’t that good! Are you friggan joking you waterhead? Did you perhaps accidentally go to the Veladrome in Bellville instead to catch a Kurt Darren revival? You jealous ass dickhead. You infuriate me. You obviously got stuck in the cheap seats and are so pissed that others had a better time than you that you underrated the concert to somehow attempt to lessen the enjoyment gap between your concert experience and the rest of us. Well news flash you morbid sacrilegious selfish prick. I had an incredible time and not even pre-game dual felatio from Robbie’s backups singers (sans the Lote Tuquiri look-a-like) would have made it better…