About a month ago, the ba$tard$ at BAFTA abolished the queue system for obtaining wristbands, replacing it with a random methodology that induced more people than ever to head in to London, and then celebrated this momentous decision by issuing LESS WRISTBANDS than they had in the past decade. And I was #509 in a queue that catered for only 500 wristbands.
So for this reason, I've decided that the 2018 Empire Movie Awards are my 2018 BAFTAs. And while it was set to be cold, at least (according to the Bureau of Meteorology) it wouldn't snow.
Here's how it went down:
And then, just after 3pm, we were let into the public pens.
So... that was that, and it joins the three (four?) other EMPIRE Awards I've got sitting in my Archive of Premieres.. (And on the assumption I didn't catch anything I can't shake off in less than 24 hours, I'll hopefully be ready to do it tomorrow, for the fifth event in nine days this fine city has seen fit to bestow on its citizens).
Until next time!
pps. If you're seeking to overthrow Govia Thameslink's bull5hit excuse for a rail franchise by means that probably officially don't include violent armed militias but (nudge, nudge / wink, wink) maybe they do.... let me know.