And, of course, no Bafta night would be complete without those glam twin pillars of the British film industry, Thandie Newton and Minnie Driver. Just like five-day-old sandwiches, they always turn up at the edges. (…)
Listen, it’s lovely to see you,’ she said to Sir Paul McCartney, in the way you might brush off your mum’s neighbour in the street when you need to sprint for the bus. Then Edith got her hands on Colin Firth.
‘Hot favourite! Do you mind being the hot favourite?’ she asked, as though Firth was just another frankfurter on the hot dog griddle of life. Which, in a way, he is.
