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Another chaotic menagerie of drunken stardom.

Yes, another year’s worth of Brit winners have finally been announced. Winners and losers alike are off to partay into the night, whilst those of us sat at home watching on our tellyboxes are off to bed - and about time too. I’ve watched 4 hours of British celebs booze their way through the night with nothing but some tin-foil and PVA glue to keep me company; no, I’m not some crazy stationary-man, I’m attempting to finish photography coursework folders.

As I’m sure you are well aware - admittedly, unless you’ve been hidden under a rock, in a foreign land or simply asleep like any normal person should be at this time - Duffy is the big winner of the night, walking away with awards for Best Female and Best British Breakthrough Act along with Best Album for her debut from 2008 ‘Rockferry’. Leaving contender for Best Female and Breakthrough Act, Adele, with not a single award - Adele all the way for my worth, but alas no. However contentious the nominations were, Duffy certainly blew everyone away with her outstanding performance of the night. By far the best, along with the immense Kings of Leon who also bagged two awards of the night.

Take That made a brief appearance in a flying-saucer, whilst the Pet Shop Boys performed along side a bone-china-clad Lady GaGa. Plus the must see duet of the night, The Ting Tings and Estelle - again, nothing to write home about I’m afraid.

As intoxication levels reached their peaks, ITV2 (albeit, quite loosely) took to the reigns to bring behind-the-scenes “action”. I’m sure it would all be more exciting if I myself was under the influence, however, to anyone half-sober, a shambolic scene of celebs staggering their way to the free bar coerced by Sarah Cox and Rufus Hound (helped by some rather squeaky, leather-laden women - apparently famous, not sure what for though) along the way.

Aaah well, roll on next year. Hopefully down there - not by any stretch of the imagination.