May 13th, 2018.
If I may be allowed to begin with a brief rant : the Film BAFTAs were held some three months ago, and the <insert highly specific profanity>s responsible for the distribution of wristbands decided that a mix of bullshit shadow games and a randomising element would ensure more people than ever were in a position to try to get wristbands on the day, and then the same ba5ta7rd5 handed out less wristbands than ever before.... and I missed out on a wristband by 9 spots. And yeah, you'd better believe I'm still upset about that. Thanks for making the least fair method ever, guys (working hard for something and getting a reward is fair... winning a random lottery isn't fair, it's random. There's a difference. Call me Baftas - I'd be more than happy to put my ideas on a whiteboard and talk you through them. Very slowly).
But hey, this is the TEEVEE BAFTAS : the Film Baftas' cooler, groovier, less snobily elitist cousin. And I don't even bother getting a wristband for this event, because it's nicer, warmer, sunnier and more chilled. And by mid-May, sometimes so am I.
Here's how it went down (until I go back and relabel everyone I mislabelled, and add in all the people I later found out won awards):
So... that was that. London finally had an event, and the city will no doubt return to a premiere-less slumber until some accountant somewhere runs The Numbers differently and studios decide to do premieres in London.... or maybe not
Until (then), though!