And the winner is...
I'm typing this in the afterglow of the SONY Radio awards ceremony last night, I still can't believe that we won! It was a mad rush of events for me that day; one minute I was doing my little thing in the West End complete with my hooded top, the next minute I'm in a cab rushing at breakneck speed to a swanky Park Lane hotel. Inside was plush, there were loads of celebs there and everybody was dressed to the nines all awaiting the announcement of the results.
Quite a few people seemed to already know me and everyone was asking that if we won, would I be doing a poem? As the night went on, it was getting more tense. I looked around at this glitzy gathering and glamorous occasion to pen together a few words of inspiration. I spoke with Nic the producer and we figured that he'd do all the thanks-you's while I end it with some verse. Yet in the back of my mind, I was still counting on Russell and Matt to make some last-minute blazing Wrestlemania style entrance on motobikes and save us from going up alone.
The moment came, the drama had reached it's peak as they announced:'And the winner is.....The Russell Brand Show!!'. The crowd cheered, women got excited, people's passions were ignited and then??
A skinny white guy and a bald-headed black dude in a red shirt got up on stage and mumbled some poetry in front of a heavily inebriated crowd (it was not easy).
My mind went blank, I wanted to say something significant about the Revolution, freedom of speech and the unity of man. Instead, I just looked at my image being broadcast on the big screen and said 'Wow! doesn't my head look big?!' (cringe, cringe, cringe!).
Russell & Matt congratulations, you guys are geniuses but next time........BE THERE!!! 
A Recognition of Transmission
Cast your eyes and look beyond the prizes,
Beyond the accolades,
Beyond the acclaim,
Beyond the other nominees,
Staring solemnly,
And wishing longingly for the stage,
Realise that time is merely borrowed,
As yesterday's tomorrows formed today,
And recognise us as a group of guys who pursued and followed,
That oh-so foolish sorrow...
A dream to entertain.
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