May 20th, 2008
I’ve reached rock bottom. It was bound to happen soon. After receiving the phone call from Paul to say he was going into York to meet up with some colleagues from the University for a few drinks, I turned on the TV thinking I would have another relaxing night in my hotel room.
A glass of wine later and I was laughing and cringing at the same time, while watching the British Soap Awards 2008 on ITV. The Sexiest Male category was won by some such person who was clearly embarrassed by the whole episode and I could only imagine he was there because it was in the ‘soap’ contract he had signed. Mumbling something about, “it’s great to be recognised for my acting talent” sarcastically, I really felt for him.
The show continued with Sexiest Female (I went to the loo at this point as there is only so many ways to pout) and rolled on into several more categories while Phil and Fern tried to make reading from an autocue interesting and jovial. It was day time television brought into the evening slot. Awful.
The one notable exception was Liz Dawn who won a Lifetime Achievement award and had the grace not to take it all too seriously. I suspect with her own real life issues, she had a better perspective on this whole sorry event than the rest of us.
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