So I’m doing my now traditional staying up all night to watch the Oscars live – missed only once in 10 years. It’s 23:35 here in London and I am now settled in front of the TV watching the Red Carpet on E! (in preference to some of the British coverage) even though it’s mildly annoying.

I have the full support kit: fizzy white wine; enormous milk chocolate heart left over from Valentine’s Day; blanket just in case it gets a bit chill in the wee small hours; laptop in case inspiration strikes me, but not live-blogging as that’s too much pressure.

Day off tomorrow, probably just as well.

And as long as Avatar doesn’t win Best Picture and there is at least one really gorgeous frock I’ll be happy.