BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I'm back from the British Animation Awards with the dusky afterglow of a hangover and a picture of a Neolithic Cornish man with sheep for pants.
In other words I won!
The bar afterwards was free and humming with tipsy animators. The room was quite rowdy considering it was full of people who's main professional requirement is patience.
The ceremony was mercifully concise (There's nothing worse than watching two hours of short animated films, no matter how good they are) which left the stage free for a great rendition of Money Money Money that thanked the sponsors and a comedian that got the most laughs from a joke about keyframes delivered by an animated coffee pot.
Am off now to find someone I haven't told yet…
