When the last confetti cannon fires and you’re stumbling home with ringing ears and a half-eaten hot dog, you’ll swear you’ll never do it again. Then, two weeks later, you’ll start Googling “Capital Summertime Ball 2027.” That’s the cycle. It’s a beautiful, dumb, infectious cycle.
So, in short: June 6th, 2026. Wembley Stadium. Be there or be square—or, more accurate, be there or be sat on your couch watching grainy Instagram stories of other people having the time of their lives. Your choice. I’ll be the one in the glittery raincoat, crying during a Coldplay song. See you there!
