A post-show shuffle to the Brits. A decent event I thought, with a funny host whose jokes worked. And that’s a tough gig. So many times in the past the jokes fall flat/were never funny in the first place but with Jack Whitehall it all worked. He had me at his Ed Sheeran ‘as long as he doesn’t sing Galway Girl’ gag. I enjoyed Rag’n’Bone man the most, a great performance and an extraordinary jacket. No after-show party for me, a swift tube home and reading in bed by 11.30! ROCKNROLL!
Food with Nige on the way with oxtail braised in espresso and wine. I haven’t had oxtail since it was a regular soup offering in the 70s and can’t say it’s a flavour I’m desperate to remember. But I’m happy to be re-educated of course...
And we’ll go for a COMPLAINING playlist as the UK’s Complaint Handling Awards take place in London (who knew? As David Hepworth tweeted this morning ‘The Brits were last night? We’re all in different silos now.’)
