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I'm Back and BAFTA'd up, Baby!
Feb. 20th, 2006 06:25 pmHello again, Chummies!
Here, as promised, is the full rundown of my starry starry (and slightly moist) weekend:
SAT: Got up to see David Schneider dancing with a pair of pants on his head, then packed and got the coach to Smokey. After a lot of fun on some very full tubes, located the hotel, (really nice, actually, for how much we spent - clever Hubby! - our room was overlooking Hyde Park - woo!) a quick turnaround later we met up with our old mates Algo & Kitty, Big Kev, LJ's very own ianchode and Bid Ade. Went for some drinkie-poos in a lovely pub that only served unadvertised, pref organic drinks, then was taken by Big Kev (the High Priest of London Nightlife) to a very nice Belgian Restaurant just off Covent Garden's main square, where we ate and drank some more and had a thoroughly good time of it.
SUN: Woke up with a terrible hangover, which was weird since I hadn't had too much to drink. Still, luckily the bad ones are the fast-burners, so by the time we went out and got our tickets for the awards it had gone. Had a bit of a doze anyway, and so left getting ready a bit late (always the way!) made worse by the fact that my frock still had some really thick plastic tags on it and there appeared to be no scissors whatsoever in the hotel. This was solved with the medium of Teeth. So - befrocked and be-dickie-bowed, we made it to the lobby just in time for our Taxi to take us to Leicester Sq...
So. It was raining, it was freezing, and I'd decided to be glam and not take my big, broken coat or an umbrella. Not that I cared. Everybody did the Red Carpet Walk, inc us. We were quite early (entrance was between 5 & 6, and we got there about 10 past 5) so we didn't do the Walk with anyone famous. It was a really weird experience, though, walking carefully over a squelchy Red Carpet with loads of squealing girls held back by barricades. And when we got to the doors, Sir Stevie Fry was already there, doing some interviews so we went past him. We were sat in the Circle, at the back, miles away from any Slebs (with the curious exception of Michelle Collins, who was in the Circle with us Proles) so we were ushered upstairs, but we found a nice little corner to stand watching some of the famous bods do the Soggy walk and pose for the Paps. We went in to find we'd all been issued a bag of choccies and a free baby bottle of Champers to drink with a straw (would have been more Glam had mine not fizzed all over my programme) throughout the Ceremony. Ceremony itself wasn't much different to watching it on Telly, we were that far back. I was glad Brokeback did so well. I don't see what all that 'Oh, The Constant Gardener should have done better because it was British' whining was about. The members aren't going to vote for a film because it was made by their fellow countrymen, are they? That would undermine the whole event. Brokeback won because the consensus was that it was the best of a very good bunch. There was a bit of a gasp for Wallace & Gromit beating it as 'Best British Film', but I was pleased to see it win. W&G is an excellent film. I felt sorry for Georgie Porgie not winning even one of his million nominations, and Chewie was robbed of 'Best Newcomer', but there ya go.
Then: A very unglamourous queue in the now pissing rain for BAFTA's 'Transport' to the party (Coaches, happily with a fake tourguide to London recorded by Sir Steve), and then the party! Tastiest dinner ever, again as Proles we were up on the balcony away from the A-listers, however it is at this point I would like to list all the famous people I was in close proximity to yesterday:
Steven Fry (pre Ceremony, as we were going in)
Michelle Collins (sitting on our row)
Steve Coogan & Rob Brydon (queued briefly in the rain behind us before decing to say 'Fuck It' and get a taxi)
Get this - JAKE FUCKING GYLENHALL!!! - went into the Party at the same time as us, so we stopped for a little look at His Hotness as he posed with his BAFTA for the Paps...
And then PHILIP SYMOUR HOFFMAN!!! WAS RIGHT BEHIND US!!! Hubs congratulated him, and he alerted me that he thought I'd dropped something (I hadn't, somebody else had).
AND THEN!!! The Paps yelled for Jake & Philip to pose together with their Best Actor Oscars, WHILE WE WERE THERE!!! Oh, and what's this? http://film.guardian.co.uk/gall/0,,1713762,00.html
Yep, the Hottie in the bow tie behind the Two Gentlemen (1/2 way down the page) is none other than Hubs. That's my ear betwixt the winners. Jake got in my shot, darn him.
At the after dinner party we had free lime Daquiris and were within Sneezing distnace of:
Neve Campbell (Floated past us in the party)
Rupert Grint (loitering in doorway of party, looking a bit bored, but then it was a band playing Swing and it was gone one in the morning by then)
Some chick from the OC (followed her in the attempt to find the exit)
Peter from Narnia (also seemed to be, like us, attempting to make his escape)
MON: I'm not going to say that having lunch in Pizza Express with the InLaws and getting the coach home was an anticlimax. So I won't :)
Here, as promised, is the full rundown of my starry starry (and slightly moist) weekend:
SAT: Got up to see David Schneider dancing with a pair of pants on his head, then packed and got the coach to Smokey. After a lot of fun on some very full tubes, located the hotel, (really nice, actually, for how much we spent - clever Hubby! - our room was overlooking Hyde Park - woo!) a quick turnaround later we met up with our old mates Algo & Kitty, Big Kev, LJ's very own ianchode and Bid Ade. Went for some drinkie-poos in a lovely pub that only served unadvertised, pref organic drinks, then was taken by Big Kev (the High Priest of London Nightlife) to a very nice Belgian Restaurant just off Covent Garden's main square, where we ate and drank some more and had a thoroughly good time of it.
SUN: Woke up with a terrible hangover, which was weird since I hadn't had too much to drink. Still, luckily the bad ones are the fast-burners, so by the time we went out and got our tickets for the awards it had gone. Had a bit of a doze anyway, and so left getting ready a bit late (always the way!) made worse by the fact that my frock still had some really thick plastic tags on it and there appeared to be no scissors whatsoever in the hotel. This was solved with the medium of Teeth. So - befrocked and be-dickie-bowed, we made it to the lobby just in time for our Taxi to take us to Leicester Sq...
So. It was raining, it was freezing, and I'd decided to be glam and not take my big, broken coat or an umbrella. Not that I cared. Everybody did the Red Carpet Walk, inc us. We were quite early (entrance was between 5 & 6, and we got there about 10 past 5) so we didn't do the Walk with anyone famous. It was a really weird experience, though, walking carefully over a squelchy Red Carpet with loads of squealing girls held back by barricades. And when we got to the doors, Sir Stevie Fry was already there, doing some interviews so we went past him. We were sat in the Circle, at the back, miles away from any Slebs (with the curious exception of Michelle Collins, who was in the Circle with us Proles) so we were ushered upstairs, but we found a nice little corner to stand watching some of the famous bods do the Soggy walk and pose for the Paps. We went in to find we'd all been issued a bag of choccies and a free baby bottle of Champers to drink with a straw (would have been more Glam had mine not fizzed all over my programme) throughout the Ceremony. Ceremony itself wasn't much different to watching it on Telly, we were that far back. I was glad Brokeback did so well. I don't see what all that 'Oh, The Constant Gardener should have done better because it was British' whining was about. The members aren't going to vote for a film because it was made by their fellow countrymen, are they? That would undermine the whole event. Brokeback won because the consensus was that it was the best of a very good bunch. There was a bit of a gasp for Wallace & Gromit beating it as 'Best British Film', but I was pleased to see it win. W&G is an excellent film. I felt sorry for Georgie Porgie not winning even one of his million nominations, and Chewie was robbed of 'Best Newcomer', but there ya go.
Then: A very unglamourous queue in the now pissing rain for BAFTA's 'Transport' to the party (Coaches, happily with a fake tourguide to London recorded by Sir Steve), and then the party! Tastiest dinner ever, again as Proles we were up on the balcony away from the A-listers, however it is at this point I would like to list all the famous people I was in close proximity to yesterday:
Steven Fry (pre Ceremony, as we were going in)
Michelle Collins (sitting on our row)
Steve Coogan & Rob Brydon (queued briefly in the rain behind us before decing to say 'Fuck It' and get a taxi)
Get this - JAKE FUCKING GYLENHALL!!! - went into the Party at the same time as us, so we stopped for a little look at His Hotness as he posed with his BAFTA for the Paps...
And then PHILIP SYMOUR HOFFMAN!!! WAS RIGHT BEHIND US!!! Hubs congratulated him, and he alerted me that he thought I'd dropped something (I hadn't, somebody else had).
AND THEN!!! The Paps yelled for Jake & Philip to pose together with their Best Actor Oscars, WHILE WE WERE THERE!!! Oh, and what's this? http://film.guardian.co.uk/gall/0,,1713762,00.html
Yep, the Hottie in the bow tie behind the Two Gentlemen (1/2 way down the page) is none other than Hubs. That's my ear betwixt the winners. Jake got in my shot, darn him.
At the after dinner party we had free lime Daquiris and were within Sneezing distnace of:
Neve Campbell (Floated past us in the party)
Rupert Grint (loitering in doorway of party, looking a bit bored, but then it was a band playing Swing and it was gone one in the morning by then)
Some chick from the OC (followed her in the attempt to find the exit)
Peter from Narnia (also seemed to be, like us, attempting to make his escape)
MON: I'm not going to say that having lunch in Pizza Express with the InLaws and getting the coach home was an anticlimax. So I won't :)
