
Thinking about last year, it's a funny thing that, when you're in London, nobody can give you directions because they either don't live there, they only work there, they think you are a terrorist (these days, probably a carrier) or "Whyza he aska me? Why donna hea usa de mobile phone map?" - I was within 50 yards of the imposing building at the time!
Still, in all seriousness - and I use the word serious advisedly - it's sad about the ceremony being postponed, as indeed it is about all gigs, but, at the end of the day, will there be any musicians left playing to be considered for awards in the years to come?
They could all be driving cabs, digging ditches or writing symphonies because, let's face it, the clubs and bars where they earn their bread will be at the back of the queue when lockdown eases down and, maybe - perish the thought - the online gig will become the norm.
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