The Brits.

Last nights show rhymes with something like that. It was god awful.

I know I should'nt have expected any better, as previous history of British Music's night of nights will confirm. But with the amount of money they throw at the production, the amount of talent in this country, and possibly the UK's funniest comedian hosting...you'd think it would be ok.

No it wasn't.

Peter Kay for the most part made me remember Frank Skinner and Zoe Ball with fondness. There was hints of his comedic gems...calling Liam Gallagher a 'knobhead', and Lady Gaga....Americas answer to Sue Pollard, but for the most part, he looked like a chubby captain on a sinking ship. The writing was on the wall when Sam Fox entered the fray to present the first award.....yes Sam Fox, we all what a great job she did of presenting 20 years ago.

It just got worse, mistimed links, people not knowing when they were on, and to top it all Fearne Cotton. A girl I hate with a vengeance, there is nothing interesting about her....but she'll make sure that everyone hears about her...and not the person she's interviewing.

Two hours of pulling teeth would've been more enjoyable than that tripe last night.

Rant over.

On the show tomorrow, we'll cross to Vancouver for the latest on the Winter Olympics and we'll have a look at this week in sporting history in That was the week that was!

Catch ya in the morn!

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