Delia, Brits and Headaches

Another week passed, and all I am left with is a brimming inbox of confusing emails, a small list of gripes and a headache.

I have had a headache, on and off since Monday night, and I am incredibley displeased by it. Copious anadins, Neurofens and pints of water have passed my tonsils yet still the little veins in my forehead continue to throb. I have decided to rule out the possibility of the Brain Tumour though. When Dr Greene in ER was suffering with such neurological ailments, he was unable to stick his tongue out of both sides oh his mouth, which I am thankfully able to do. I have decided therefore to take an eyetest. At least glasses would add another level to accessorising, and would most certainly make me look clever. Unfortunately my often bemused expression and bottle blonde hair can lead people to believe the contrary, though dont be fooled...

Outside the world of my visual health, all sorts of things have been going on! Most notably, (well probably not really, but most notably in my little world) the predictable, self-congratulation, borefest that is The Brits took place. There's not really any point in discussing who won what, as it was in no way based on merit, the awards were rather a big corporate pat on the back to all their favourite puppets, especially those the Brit school had themselves cultivated. Having spent many months carefully perfecting her trendy Mockney, Kate Gash was one of the many to be applauded by the school that had spawned them. Refusing to play the game were Arctic Monkeys, whose acceptance speech parodied the gushings of the Brit School Graduates. While I am not usually a fan of The Arctic Monkeys, for no better reason than they're just not really my thing, I warmed to the Sheffield Quartet on Wednesday, when they drunkenly stumbled onto the stage and stuck it to the man!

Of the performances, Kylie's stock electropop routine was present. Not offensive, but also not especially notable. What she lacked in performance however, Kylie made up for in outfits, most notibly a strapless, knee length, sparkely dress.

Rhianna collaberated with The Klaxons to bring together the two difinitive sounds of  summer 2007 by combining The Klaxons' Nu-Rave style with Rhianna's huge hit Umberella.

Paul McCartney recieved the Life-time achievment award and treated the by then Osborned-out audience to a selection of Beatle's songs, including everyone's favourite, 'Hey Jude'. McCartney's performance was pretty special, although I can never help thinking when watching him perform that he is only the best Beatle by default now that poor old George has died.

Despite being hideously overlooked for her music credentials, Bat for Lashes' Natash Khan made sure she didnt go unnoticed with amazing, Rainbow make up, starting at her eye and leading right down to her neck.

In further news this week, I was angered by Delia Smith. I am still pretty angry about this, because no matter how much better Nigella is, and how much harder Nigella tries, Delia will always capture the old bastard fleece wearing market, and believe me, there are a LOT of them.

So here's to next week, so far set to be filled with female folk music, vegetarian food, and hopefully no more headaches!