So I wasn’t too excited before the award ceremony.
Nor during the pre-dinner champagne reception.
Through dinner, slightly drunkenly, and still nothing.
Even through Paul McKenna’s hour-long (and surprisingly good ) stage show there was no flutter of anxiety or nerves.
My name up in lights, third category in, an announcement of two winners, too close to separate (I knew one of the other nominees), and my stomach just went…
But, alas, it wasn’t too be. I was robbed!
(The rest of the night was good fun, though, and I quickly got over the disappointment…!)