Tyre kickers, interloping influencers and a superpower’s adopted son leave me with a sense of London Sale deja vu

I’ve been experiencing a creeping sense of deja vu of late. Each time I’ve stepped out the front door over the past week I’ve been confronted by the same sight: hordes of people wearing cowboy hats, cowboy boots and, in some instances, denim hotpants. Men and women alike. Each to their own. 

Admittedly I live in a part of the People’s Republic of Hackney that attracts those with a penchant for dressing flamboyantly. And all the better for it. Even if the humble sales correspondent doesn’t exactly fit in. I’m no fashionista, but I’m not sure a Schoffel gilet goes with the cowboy get up. Nevermind denim hot pants. Picture that at your peril. 

Anyway, it turns out all the cowboy attire wasn’t just a wacky new trend as a quick Google search revealed two things that I hadn’t previously known. Firstly, that Beyonce had released a country album, and secondly that she was performing said album over a six-night run just up the road at the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium. The hottest ticket in town, no doubt.