Like most articles I write, this piece was inspired by a chance meeting outside a toilet at a club night, in a boxing gym in Brixton on New Year’s Eve. I say a chance meeting, but I actually saw this person on the top floor and followed her around the entire gym until I could engineer a meeting as if by accident. Having lived in London for three years I’m pretty blasé about meeting celebrities, and in fact openly roll my eyes at others’ tales of bumping into actors, reality TV ‘personalities’ and minor royalty. So, it would take a pretty exciting figure to send me off on a journey from the dance floor to the dark and disgusting portaloos outside.
That whole story, which ironically ended exactly like the plot of one of her songs, serves to illustrate without empty platitudes, what a fantastic figure Kate Tempest has become.