…nd 2) It’s on at stupid o’clock here in the UK, so I’m busy with more important things, like sleep. Secondly, no, I couldn’t give an airborne fornication about who presented it, who said something offensive, who gave a tearful speech, who slapped who (if applicable), who wore what on the red carpet (or whatever colour it might have been this year), who ground a political axe, what actor delivered deadpan sarcasm in the face of utterly inane press questions (Hugh Grant, I salute you, sir), and who triumphed in the insufferable self-congratulatory, back-slapping stakes. I don’t write about celebrity gossip, so if you’re after that, you’ve come to the wrong place.
