Last night it transpired that I was correct in ten of my my predictions for the Bafta film awards. It was a close run, right down to the award for Costume Design. But as Wendy Stiles gave her acceptance speech, I was punching the air: I'd pipped Jay to the post; nine plays ten.
For the first time since 2000 I took home the Loon award that we've been competing over for five years now.
A fortnight's time it's Oscar night, when our little competition really hots up.