Baftas bores are a video nasty too far
I DON’T think I’ve ever seen such patronising television as last week’s Baftas.
I managed to stomach it for 20 minutes before switching off.
I’m not sure what the Bafta organisation is all about and I don’t particularly care. But the ostentatious mask-wearing and half-mile social distancing seemed to me to be the very worst kind of virtue signalling.
And why do the winners have to make such pathetic speeches? Come to think of it, why do we want to see a bunch of luvvies crying and grovelling over awards they get for doing their jobs?
Of course, it could be argued that they’re not really jobs at all.
These people are lucky enough to be doing something that most of us would love to do. It doesn’t even feel like work – trust me, I know.
Why we insist on screening an endless cycle of awards shows is beyond me. You can’t help but wonder if anybody actually enjoys watching them.
In a way, I’d rather watch Butcher of the Year, Greengrocer of the Year, Salesman of the Century and even the Curry Awards – to which I have actually been, and enjoyed massively, thanks for asking.