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I Stalked Lil Kim

After breaking my heart with a no-show at Lovebox, I needed answers.

people peered through to backstage

Hottest day in London since 2006 decided to sheepishly join the queue armed with only my disposable LOLcam and a dictaphone with two per cent battery #JOURNALISM.

The guy at the end wasn't with them he just felt particularly passionate about Lil Kim being

been right up at the front at Lovebox before his dreams were shattered.

average age of SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD. Kind of excellent that in this day and age of picking

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The girl on the far right was the single greatest woman I will ever meet she alternated between tears of joy and abject rage at the thought of anyone thinking Lil Kim wasn't the greatest hip-hop le That is a copy The Notorious K.I.M. nestled in between her tits. The girl on the far left branded Nicki Minaj a "cunt" and said she

This lady stumbled out of the meet and greet in euphoric tears, having up woken up about fifteen hundred hours early to get a train all the way down here.

I asked (what turned out to be a production manager) for an on the record confirmation of what happened. Dejected I went to get some more quotes but this total bitch of a man at the front, who I imagine is the type of human being who thinks it's socially acceptable to put "freelance stylist / model / photographer/ layabout ;)" in his Twitter bio got all "MAYBE YOU SHOULD GET YOUR JOURNALISM, RIGHT" before I could ask for a vox-pop on Kim's no-show the previous day. But, whatever, by then I was only 15 minutes away from seeing the

This is Lil Kim's man-mountain security. He seemed stunned that I wanted a picture of him. I guess that happens when you're, like, 8 foot 11 and yet about a hundred people have completely blanked your existence in favour of getting a selfie with the Queen Bee.

And so here we are. A slightly grainy photo of the living legend that is Kim who insisted on having

I tried to pass my business card onto her team and the mood swiftly changed from Vaseline smiles to "jesus eff you're a journalist, why in the name of sweet fuck didn't you just send an email you'd never get a reply to like everyone else." I asked her PR lady for a contact for Kim to do and she helpfully wrote down a Twitter username I could get at Kim with. So great, until I realise she'd literally written just a list o

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