Night Of A thousand Drinks

No post yesterday because I was horrifically hungover from the National TV Awards. Luckily I'd booked the day off which was just as well. Usually I find it hard to enjoy these things a) because I'm awfully jaded; and b) because they're always mid-week or earlier and I have to get up in the morning.

But not this time.

I was a guest in a box with a great view right over the main stage. From the moment X Factor winner Joel McElderberry took to the stage to sing Don't Stop Believin' I knew I was in for a good night. That's the danger of free drinks. Consquently I don't really remember much else about the ceremony except Dermot O'Dreary was his usual ultrabland self and Jedward 'danced' with Vanilla Ice. I was talking through most of it.

Later on, I could be found slurring all over everyone. Poor Ken Barlow. I think he was backing away with his manbag over his face. I'd seen most of the attendees before, all except Jordan. She's a remarkably pretty woman, so tiny. But the tan and the dark hair have got to go. But I'm still going cold after remembering discussing the state of British drama with Shameless actress Annabelle Apsion of all people. I could barely string a sentence together.

But I actually had a super time. All I remember is staggering out the door to get a taxi. I could barely walk, let alone walk in a straight line.

So back to real life now, and because it's Friday, here's some music:

The marvellous forgotten Fad Gadget with Back To Nature