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Yesterday I took my mother, my two daughters and their wee friend to the Merchant Hotel to pick up tickets for the MTV awards. There was a crowd of young people outside, bordering on hysteria as they waited (apparently since 5.30am to see the "Stars" arrive). They only got me, my ma and three children who were beyond themselves with excitement just to be "up the town". A very nice lady from MTV came down and handed me a yellow envelope.

Inside, two tickets, wrist bands for the aftershow party and a glossy brochure welcoming me to the 2011 MTV EMA in Belfast. I felt like Charlie in Roald Dahl's "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" getting the golden ticket to Willie Wonka's chocolate factory. The glossy brochure has that "just printed" new smell, so much so that I had to stop sniffing it as I realised that I was sniffing Justin Bieber's photograph. I showed him to my mother who thought he was a lovely looking young man. As we left the hotel, I found myself hiding the envelope under my coat for fear of being jumped by a Bieber fan.