There was a time when we pretended we didn't like Ms. Beyoncé Knowles. We mean... we were just sort of sub-casual-fans. We liked the singles (in moderation) but we couldn't ever see ourselves parting with ready cash in exchange for any of her goods (in other words: CDs, concert tickets).But like almost all things in life: we changed. Our standards slipped. Our levels of gaytosterone (the gay hormone... it's scientifically proven) rose like nothing else and we found ourselves in the current situation whereby we would fully LOVE to see Beybonsebay live and happily pay in the region of 40 (but not 50... don't push it, B) gold coinoids just for the experience.
Well due to extenuating circumstances (we won't bore you with the details) we are unable to make it to her O2 "dates" and so shall be enjoying the spectacle via the medium of DVD (oh and youtube).
It all kicks off tonight and somebody useful has leaked her tour costumes. All we can say is: 'fierce'. And we really mean that in the traditional transvestite meaning of the word, not in the diluted, 'shit gay who works at H&M' talking on myspace sort of way.
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