Today's water cooler talk sorted as Drake dropped the video for Hotline Bling last night but it's definitely not what I pictured when I heard the song. To me, it was shady girls surrounded by people drinking champagne in some decadent basement club. Everything a bit gold, flashing back to a sad Drake alone in a hotel suite, crying in a hot tub. Instead Drake is flitting between puffa jackets, rollneck sweaters and a creepy uncle leather racing jacket on a soothingly lit set doing some out of this world dance moves. Fred Astaire on a hoverboard. Oh, and it opens in Hotline Bling HQ with girls chatting about playing with feet.
I know it's not a competition but sorry Drizzy, Erykah's vocal rerub kind of blew the original out of the water. Mwah.