It’s February. For most this means being chilly, doing something vaguely nice on the 14th, giving up something for Lent then failing immediately and pretending you were only doing it for fun anyways. But for the odd few, February is awards season. And for the odd ODD few, this means actually going to these awards…
I happened to be in that odd ODD few this year as I attended this year’s BAFTA awards. Sibling (otherwise known as Hannah) goes to these things a lot, you might even call her a veteran, so the whole days planning was entirely up to her and this is how it kinda went down:
12.55am- I’m prodded awake after approximately 2 hours sleep.
1.30am- We leave BAFTA-bound.
1.35am- Hannah scraps the ice off the INSIDE of her car.
1.40am- We actually leave BAFTA-bound!
3am-ish- We arrive in London. The SAT NAV is telling us to park in Hyde Park. After some debate, we decide against this and opt for a car park in Westminster thats filled with Porsches and playing Elton John over the tanoy.
3.15am- We start our walk to Covent Gardens witnessing the nightlife on London which consisted of everyone hovering outside McDonalds (other fast food restaurants are available) and bickering.
4.15am- We arrive at our destination. There is already a queue. They don’t hand out tickets until 8am. It’s -4 degrees. FML.
4.35am- We decide to sit down.
4.55am- Feeling in feet has disappeared. Start to consider repercussions of my actions. Will I lose a toe?
5.10am- A nice girl offers me a blanket. I could kiss her, but don’t.
6.00am- Seriously, I can see the front of the Daily Mail now: ‘Girl loses 3 toes in BAFTA Waiting Tragedy’.
7.01am- It starts to get light.
8am!- …they DON’T start handing out tickets…
8.10am- THEY START HANDING OUT THE TICKETS!
8.25am- We get our tickets. The tickets turn out to a wristband. I’m Number 201. I don’t know what this means. We’re told to arrive back at 12.30.
8.35am- It’s time for a bucket of tea.
10.30am- It’s time for another bucket of tea.
12.00pm- It’s time to wander back.
1.30pm- We’re standing in our spot on the red carpet!
2.00am- We get chatting to Paul the carpet layer. He gives us a section of the red carpet.
5pm-ish- Celebrities start coming! It’s fairly exciting.
1030pm- Finally, we’re home.
So people I met include George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Jessica Chastain, Jonah Hill, Chris O’Dowd, Ralph Fiennes, John Hurt, Chris Hemsworth, Tilda Swinton, Colin Firth, Michelle Williams and Tim Burton. Not bad for a afternoon’s work!
The outfits were stunning as were the suits (I was a bit partial to the ol’ velvet getups) and for the record, I thought Edith Bowman looked absolutely gorgeous in vintage Dior.