I did struggle, though, to get too excited about many of the nominations, as they were for programmes I've never even heard of let alone seen. I reckon that with so many channels these days, it's meant awards are given out well before many people have become viewers. How the public is supposed to vote (and I would dearly love to know how many people actually bother) for a favourite from a shortlist that includes the Olympics Opening Ceremony as well as Call The Midwife. How can these be compared, and what the hell is Games of Thrones, other than apparently worthy of a BAFTA?
Then of course there are some strange classifications, such as "Reality and Constructed Factual". My oh my, what a weird world, and for Made In Chelsea to win the BAFTA proves that there are far too many awards waiting to be won these days. "Award Winning" has never ever been such a pointless and devalued description.
There was of course the need for those in charge to reward the usual shit that's somehow always on the receiving end of praise. I refer to Richard II and Henry IV Part 2, Subsection 7. Then there was the peculiar All In The Best Possible Taste with Grayson Perry - something which should be sent into outer space to frighten off extra terrestrial life.
As long as Vicious doesn't get an award next year, whether for 'Comedy' or 'Constructed Fucking Shit', then I'll be happy. The only excuse would be if the BAFTA meant 'Bollocks and Fuck That's Awful'. There will be still competition though with The Wright Way for the worst half-hour anyone could spend watching a programme on TV.
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