A rememborable night

Now, putting on a two-hour live television show is hard work and I accept that a myriad of things can go wrong. Sam Fox's stuttering intro to a video of "rememborable" Brits highlights, which then failed to play, could have been technical gremlins (or a snide tribute to the hopeless 1989 ceremony).
But there were so many more gaffes, mistakes and cringeworthy moments - Jonathan Ross, I'm looking at you - that you have to conclude the whole evening was as competently thought-through as my 1979 attempt to discover how many buttons I could fit inside my nose (Answer: four, before you need to go to A&E).

On a more basic level, when the video inserts begin "here are the nominees for best xxxx", the script leading into those videos shouldn't say "here are the nominees for best xxxx". They teach you that on first day of TV school.

Some people have suggested that, like Ireland entering Dustin The Turkey for the Eurovision, ITV is trying to sabotage its hopes of producing next year's ceremony. Lets' face it, if the BBC stepped in with the team behind the amazing Children In Need Rocks concert, we'd see a marked improvement.
But the real reason for last night's terrible, amateurish production is more mundane. The Brits still think they're organising a big party in London for their showbiz mates. They're not - they're making a TV show, one that is supposed to showcase the sheer brilliance of our artists to the rest of the world. In the future, they have to make that the priority.
Anyway, rant over... The performances saved the show, as ever. Here are the best bits.
Effortless, energising, excellent. Easily the best performance of the night. As is so often the case, the Americans were there to show us how it's really done.
Should have been a mess, turned out to be excellent. But why didn't these two award winners get a performance to themselves?
Unbelievably, Robbie managed not to pull silly faces, talk to the crowd, forget his words or act like a twerp. AND he did No Regrets. Masterful.
Channelling the spirit of Janet Jackson, this wasn't as spectacular as her X Factor performance - and the mash-up with Show Me Love was a bit pointless - but Cheryl had the best choreography of the night by far.
Polarising as ever, GaGa ditched a planned medley of her hits for a heartfelt, idiosyncratic tribute to Alexander McQueen. It was odd, but mesmerising - and she totally drew us into GaGa world. The mark of a true artist.
* Actually, Kay had one other joke, about the ceremony being "20 minutes of entertainment spread out over two hours". He nicked it from Johnny Carson, who used it at the 1979 Oscars.
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