Good morning lovely people. We have all recovered from a flipping excellent night at The 2012 Brit Awards. Despite the obvious Adele cutting off controversy, it was a great night. Some worthy winners, some cringey acceptance speeches, some impressive performances too and all held together by James Corden. Ps. Sorry James for us load of idiots getting in your shot:

Couldn't believe my luck sat there seeing Coldplay too. Little did I know when I was an emotionally weak 14 year old boy listening to Parachutes worrying about girls and other unimportant teenage things that fast forward to 2012, I'd be saying hello to him moments before he goes on stage to the nation. I am a fanboy. It is embarrassing and I'm not ashamed to say it. I'm a lucky boy. Actually...not much has changed since I was 14. Still listen to that album and still worry about girls. I'm just older, with a job, my own place and slightly better hair. Slightly. I'm still an emotionally weak softy.

I thought Florence was brilliant too:

The next day at work was fun. Not for this guy though: 

This is Dexter. He works at Radio 1 and he was in charge of making sure the competition winners had a good time...They had a really good time. Look at the state of him. This was taken at 4:30pm yesterday.