“Are you ready to run away with me?” Canadian pop queen Carly Rae Jepsen asked Alexandra Palace, bounding across a stage festooned with theatrical curtains and rave club lights in a shocking pink leotard that suggested she’d arrived at her biggest ever London show fresh from a work-out session with RuPaul.
From the sound of it, Ally Pally would have cancelled the next month of Zoom meetings to follow her anywhere; the question was, where to? A Puerto Rico rhumba rave club? Studio 54? A Nashville pop-rock joint? Vegas ’67? The school from Fame?
