Last night I was at an awards ceremony which can only be described as the most hateful night of the year.
It's a back-slapping industry do in which various flavours of the month or tiny little contract magazines you've never heard of win award after award. It's always the same old faces and very often those on the panel are nominated. What a coincidence. Far be it from me to say it's who you know. But hey, I'm not bitter. Even Dylan Jones left early.
Anyway, the host was Michael McIntyre, who I mistook for a portly little Chinese fella before I realised who it was. He was good, one of the better hosts. Last year's Ronnie Corbett was a disaster (see blogs passim), and in the past we've had Piers Morgan (twice - same stories both years: 'Of course I knew Diana...etc.,' until he was booed off), and Dara O'Brian who was unmemorable.
But the real surprise, apart from the incongruous London Scottish pipers who were very stirring, was Snow Patrol muppet Gary Lightbody, who came on and did run acoustically, and though I'm not a fan of this kind of thing I thought it was rather good.
So I hardly saw a soul I knew all evening and went home early. It's all very disappointing.
This morning on the way to work I had to have a bit of bagpipe action so we got Scotch On The Rocks, Amazing Grace and Mull of Kintyre in swift succession.
6 comments:
Mull of Kintyre is an 'official' song of Nottingham Forest. The words are changed to "Ci-ty Ground! O! Mist rolling in from the Trent/My desire is always to be here. O! Ci-ty Ground!"
Whenever Forest play Derby they play for this spurious Brian Clough Trophy. I was there last season when they made a big thing of getting the home fans to sing a hearty rendition of Mull of Kintyre complete with hired-in bagpipers. What they forgot to do was to mic the pipers up so it was all a bit shit. A bit like most bagpipe music really.
Don't be disheartened. You should take some consolation in that at least you were nominated.
That's kind of your Anon but I wasn't.
Perhaps you think I'm someone else.
Or are you just rubbing salt?
Sorry, my mistake. No offence intended.
None taken
You could have been at the pub quiz. We came an honourable third, only let down by our knowledge of the Tube, but buoyed by our expertise in World War II and death.
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