It’s actually not that interesting, but I was seriously gassed (faced).
Ghostface did a show for Red Bull at Shoreditch House and I went with a mate. A mate of his had arranged it, so we were invited over to their table after the show. I was very reluctant as they were all eating, but did it anyway. We were introduced to the table (did a very awkward handshake with Ghostface and Sheek Louch who looked like they just wanted me to f**k off) including someone he called ‘Daniel’. As soon as I heard him order a wine cooler from the waiter I clocked that it was DOOM. We chatted briefly. He was living in south London and had just got the tube up to see Ghostface. I didn’t acknowledge that I knew who he was, promoter guy kept telling people ‘no photos, whatsoever’, all a bit weird.
Sounds corny, but to meet someone like that was just totally surreal. Been a fan since Mr Hood, own everything he’s ever done including f**king lunchboxes and dolls, I was properly starstruck. I had to go for another beer on my own at the 'Spoons at Liverpool St and text all my mates.
Oh - Daniel Sturridge doesn’t really feature in the story. He was just at the show and the venue was tiny. He went and did selfies with Ghost and Sheek Louch.