03/07/2011
BAFTA, L.A. them Royals and er, me…
Don’t know how. Or why. I’m operating a strict policy of keeping my mouth shut and not asking lest some terrible mistake is revealed followed by a swift retraction of my invitation.
I’m thinking of running a sweepstake competition – guess how many minutes before I score an own-goal and make some mortifying and personally humiliating faux pas. I’m hoping for never, obviously, but realistically I’d be happy with an hour.