My friend went to see a gig from some old blues legend at Wembley, or was it a soul guy? Whatever, it was some guy, one hundred and fifty years old at least, come out of retirement for one last tour, you know the kind of thing.
So yeah my friend goes and after a couple of songs this bluesoul legend says - I'm so glad to be here in London, and also I am pleased to announce we have an incredible special guest joining us later. And next song he says I am so excited about this guest. After every song almost, he's getting more and more aroused "I am seriously wet-tipped about this superstar joining us".
And it is infectious, my friend is thinking to himself "Who can it be? Who is there in the world to justify this build up? Is it Bob Dylan... no, he's a big star for sure but not as big as the one being trailed, Stevie Wonder perhaps? Has John Lennon come back to life for tonight only? Is it our lord and saviour Jesus Christ himself? Possibly even Armin Van Buuren" - he's gripped by rising hysteria, all he can think for the whole gig is "Who is it? Who can it be?".
You lot might be able to hazard a guess at which living legend finally emerged to add a few plinky plonk piano sounds in the background but I have to say that my friend was a little underwhelmed.