And that's it from us!
Thank you very much for watching along with us on what is, to be quite honest, British music’s most mediocre night. Kudos to Aitch for kicking proceedings off with a light helping of beef, and to Harry Styles to deigning to respond, just about; to Wet Leg and Lizzo for unusually thrilling performances.
Zero kudos to Tom Grennan or the miserably bad host, nor the final performance, which I will not forget because I think the sharp tones of Becky Hill, Ella Henderson, Sam Ryder and David Guetta’s brassy bosh have stirred my dormant tinnitus. Goodnight!
This was the first Brits I’ve ever seen, and I must say, I wish there had been a few more watercooler moments. That being said, it absolutely turned my opinion on certain artists (Wet Leg, Lizzo) around, and made me feel a lot chillier on others (Stormzy, Harry). All in all – I hope I never have to watch any awards ceremony again. To borrow a phrase from Harry Styles: people like me don’t usually have to live blog things like this!
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