As a spectacle, this year’s Brit Awards maintained the recent high standards, particular the stunning visual effects. But somehow the show has become too contrived, lacking any spark of spontaneity and leaving me wondering at times if the 1989 nadir of Sam Fox and Mick Fleetwood really was as cringeworthy as some of the table set-ups we get these days.
We all like to disagree with the judges – it’s a British tradition, and not only in Awards Shows. However, even there I found myself nodding approvingly at some of the nominations, even if most of those inevitably lost-out to that frightful combination of corporate dollars and Buggins’ Turn. So whilst enduring the more tedious parts, I found myself creating a few awards of my own: Continue Reading