So the MTV EMA’s came and went. Lady Gaga wore a mad hat, a staged Belfastian streaked across the stage, Justin Bieber “killed it” and Selena Gomez was as dull as dish water. I first found out about the EMAs bring in Belfast on twitter, probably like a lot a people, and immediately wondered what it would actually mean to Belfast and most importantly – what it would mean to me. The first thing i encountered was posters.
Getting off at Belfast Central daily I began to notice that adorning the lamp posts either side of the road on the way into town were these purple posters proclaiming the imminent arrival of said awards. I like purple, it naturally makes people in a better mood. So I was pleased with this.
Walking through Belfast on the Friday night before the EMAs I walked past them building the stage, it looked impressive.
The city hall was lit up like a Jean Michael Jarre concert and looked equally impressive in it’s own right.
But the biggest effect it had on me personally was on Saturday. I had a few friends over from Scotland, one just happened to be over, the other was over with an artist that was appearing at the EMAs and since we all had the day off we went for a few drinks. The city was a buzz on Saturday. Kids every where, massive purple posters on buildings, buses and shops. The stage loomed large at city hall reminding everyone what was happening the next night. And as I went to take my mates for a few rums in The Spaniard bar I was greeted by the sight of hundreds of people thronging the end of the street it was on. Then I noticed the whole street was cordoned off by security and police. As I asked about getting to The Spaniard, 2 words came back ringing in my wars. Justin Bieber. Justin Bloody Bieber. Or Ustin Bieber as a Spanish lady screamed at me on my way skirting round The Merchant Hotel (Where he was allegedly staying). We tried the other side of the street but it was even worse. Girls with Justin on their face, ladies crying and even a few rubber necking spides. I thought Belfast was better than this but ah well. I guess like the EMAs itself when you watch it on TV, it could be just any city in the world when the Beibs is in town. For those of you worried, we just made out way to The Duke of York for a cracking pint of Guinness instead.
I watched the EMA’s like 99% of the people did of course. On my TV. Belfast looked great, the city represented itself well as a whole and it apparently brought a lot of money in for the province. But what the EMA’s meant to me – Drinking Guinness in the Duke of York instead of Rum in The Spaniard. According to a later tweet from the PSNI the Biebs never was staying in the merchant in the first place. So I guess in the end it wasn’t even his fault.
