Then, the weirdest part. A rogue drone crashed into the sound desk. It was carrying a single, slightly soggy jam donut.
It was from a fan named Claire. She had a sign: “LEWIS, EAT THIS. YOU LOOK TIRED.” He did eat it. Live. On stage. With sheep saliva on his jacket.
Moments later, he started choking. A small piece of raspberry jam went down the wrong pipe. A paramedic had to run on stage to do the Heimlich manoeuvre on him.
He was fine. He just had a little jam on his chin. The paramedic high-fived Kevin the Sheep. It was the most Gloucester-Glastonbury moment ever.
