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Ok. So you know how Grime raves are supposed to be the kind of night where there’s sweat dripping from the roof, manoman trying to lips you when you dance (no homo for the male readers)and your creps stick to the floor? Well, this bitch just got boujis and last week was nothing like that.Ha.

I went to go and see Ed Sheeran perform at The Ivy (yeh, THE IVY- where Jordan and other page 3 girls go)to see Ed Sheeran perfom. If you don’t know him by now, get to know-he’s been generating heat from all over the industry from his recent ‘ILUVLIVE’ performance, to appearing on SBTV, (above) Diesel, etc etc. Bascially, this guy is SICK.

Don’t get it twisted though, he didn’t get the gig cos he’s some kind of public schooled rich kid, turns out he ‘knows a guy that knows a guy’ that hooked him up.(That’s a quote from him, not bad journalism).Anyway,back to last night, after travelling in a glass lift (like in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) to see him, he smashed his set, performing my favourite track of his, ‘You need me, I don’t need you’ on guitar,while spitting, complete with his jokes Jamaican accented verse.(Just listen). Some of you may already know that I quite love the Ginger man dem, and Ed is no exception, in fact he’s my new favourite, after the emotional demise of Bradley Branning.

So, to conclude, Ed Sheeran is a Ginger Badman and everyone must cop that. Immediately.