Who’ll wear yellow
And who will fall
Like J-Law on that fateful night?
Put your fiver in the hat,
Pull your lot
For Actress, Actor and Best Film.
By midnight we will know
The winners and the losers too,
All trailing off the Elton’s do
With statuettes and goody bags,
To celebrate or drink away those blues.
It’s no secret that I love an awards bash. I have no desire to be famous, until awards season comes around and I see all the pretty dresses on the red carpet. And for one night, I wish that I could dress up like a princess.
I wrote about the BAFTAs the other day, but tonight is the Big One – it’s the Oscars.
We don’t get much coverage over here in the UK but we obviously get to see the pictures afterwards, and the journalists are all over there, outside the Vanity Fair party, ready to interview people live on our breakfast shows.
If we were in the right time zone, I would 100% stay up and take bets on who wins what and who is going to wear the most beautiful and the most hideous outfits.