Last night I dug out my grungiest outfit – yes, it took a while – and headed over to the Shockwaves NME Awards 2008 at the O2 Arena.
It was once again a fabulous for all those guitar fans and dirty rockers. But unfortunately for me I realised more than ever before that guitar bands are just not for me.
At one point I was standing right next to the new band of the moment The Enemy and I didn’t even get a twinge of excitement. They are the size of pre-pubescent boys and freaked me out. I did get mildly ‘twinged’ when Carl Borat, Manic Street Preachers and Muse swanned into the press room.
But it wasn’t just rockers that hung about at the event. Girl about town Kimberly Stewart told me she couldn’t wait to get back to LA for some sunshine, a Bannerman free Cerys Matthews who continually stepped outside for a smoke throughout the evening, Pixie Geldof who carried around a HUGE red Mulberry bag (you could have sat in it!), rock fan Kelly Osbourne looked slimmer than ever and partied with Kate Moss and Jamie Hince at Punk afterwards.
Kate Nash, who bagged Best Solo Artist at the event, made me laugh talking about her admiration for Beyonce Knowles and complaining to an aide saying: “There was no food at the awards. I will end up drunk with a kebab later. I want to take these shoes off too – I’m bored of them!”
Awards wise the big winners of the evening were the Arctic Monkeys and the Mighty Boosh – who walked away with three awards apiece.
But not everything went according to plan. Especially not for T4 presenter Nick Grimshaw who I saw hobbling into the loo as I came out. I asked him what had happened and he told me: “I think I’ve broken my foot. We were jumping around in the studio and Noel Fielding just stamped with full force on the top of my foot. It’s agony.” It looked horrific and swollen! Get well soon Grimmy!
In search of a drinking hole that didn’t serve warm beer I left the awards and hopped on the tube to Green Park and walked around to Nobu Berkeley to have a drinkie. I was cured of my rock and roll start to the evening after one little sip of that oh-so-nice lychee martini!
David Walliams dined with a male pal and looked camp as hell as he flirted with another bearded married gentleman sitting at a nearby table. Big Brother twonk Nikki Grahame sat on the other side of the room. Why an establishment like Nobu doesn’t operate a door policy is beyond me? Big Brother loosers are not a good look!