February 10th, 2019.
Last year, which was the first year the Baftas went ‘random’ with their wristband distribution method via a 10am tweeted location for wristbands, they celebrated by handing out less than ever before : just 500. And I missed out by NINE people. And wasn’t able to gain entry.
This year they handed out even less wristbands on the day, but when all was said and done, and second-chance queues led to the possibility of overflow pens and extra space being created, and me even being put into a line to have my bag checked for entry…. I missed out on getting in to the event by FIVE people. And wasn’t able to gain entry.
This year, though. I was strong enough to stand where I was, which ended up being a spot security didn’t move people from. It was outside the event…. but not by much. Here’s how it went down:
So … was that it? Almost. A Bentley accompanied by an honour guard of police on motorbikes sped past without stopping…..
So despite having a cold for the second year in a row, and not having a wristband for the second year in a row… I got some pictures this time around. And lo, I have a Baftas Journal Entry for this year, to go with the ones for 2010, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016 and 2017.
Now I just gotta do the RedCarpetMonochrome journal.
But that’ll be tomorrow. I mean… today. It’s late. I mean… .early.