I was robbed (again (not really))

So on Tuesday day I went through the Southbank Sky Arts Awards looking glass and had one of the strangest and funnest days ever. My choices in advance were simple: succumb to the terror of of P.E.N. (Posh Event Nerves as coined by my fabulously glamorous agent and Awards side-kick) or just enjoy the fuck out of it. I chose the latter. 

It was starry. Really, really starry. Julie Walters (one of my all-time heroes) accidentally nudged me and said sorry (that’s a word from her to me…I just grinned like a loon), Jessie Ware did a beautiful performance, we queued for the toilets behind Twiggy and shared a table with national treasure Grayson Perry, his fabulous wife Philippa Perry, the completely lovely Celia from Sky and Russell Kane…all brilliant company. Juliet got chatted up by beautifully tressed Cumberbatch (actually he asked her where we got our Raspberry Mojito’s but in my head that’s a declaration of love…). I finally got to meet Louise Welsh who’s been on my ‘give them a massive thank you and tell them I think they’re lovely list’ forever. Victoria Wood presented Julie with the lifetime achievement award, Melvin Bragg wrestled curling his tongue around my title and Hilary did a great video acceptance speech…I love that woman. If I’m going to lose to someone for the rest of my days, Ms Mantel’s my first choice.

So Hills got the gong and I got the fun. I squeed and grinned and stared all pop-eyed at all the starry folk like a cocktail-dressed, over-blow-dryed palomino pony. In no way did I play it cool. But I did have an absolute fucking ball.

I finished the evening eating pizza and drinking stout in my posh frock at the pub at the top of my road with a dear friend. As Tuesday’s go…yep, pretty bloody awesome really.