Having only realised it was on just a few hours previously, something unusual came over me and I vowed to give the Brit awards broadcast my full attention. Conscious that I’ve given my age away by using the word “broadcast” in my opening sentence, I don’t mean that I planned to sit there and scowl about how much better things were in years gone by, but I intended to hold back on initial reactions and see what happened.
My resolve was tested in the opening number performed by Mabel who I now know to be the daughter of Neneh Cherry. It was an impressive showpiece where the vocals suffered, let us generously assume, due to the physical demands of the routine.
This brings me on to Lewis Capaldi. I’ve only seen him once or twice before on TV, and on each occasion I’ve wondered about his level of inebriation. Undoubtably a good songwriter but I fear for his future. I do genuinely hope someone is looking after him. He made two trips to the podium with lager in one hand but unfortunately also with a microphone in the other. The first speech was entirely audio muted and so we were » Continue Reading.