If you know me at all – or, hell, even if you've just spoken to me once or glanced sideways at my iPod – you'd know I'm a bit of a fan Katy Perry. And by a bit, I mean a lot. So when I won a comp with Nandos and got the opportunity to meet the lady herself, I nearly lost my sh*t. Sorry, grown-up-27-year-old-self, this is my pop-obsessed-inner-17-year-old's time to shine.
As part of the prize, my sister and I were put up in a beautiful hotel (don't even get me started on the views of Sydney from that window, I could have sat there for days just taking it in!) and this morning, we got to watch Katy perform in front of the Opera House. From The Very First Row. I could have called it quits there and been the happiest Katy fan alive, but then a bunch of us were taken around to meet her in the flesh. She was absolutely stunning and I'm pleased to confirm I'm more smitten with her now than ever.
And, of course I don't want to boast or anything, but that is her hand on my shoulder in the picture... I might never wash that jacket again.