Goody Goody Yum Yum

February 13, 2011

It’s the BAFTA’s tonight. Are you going? I’m not. Instead, I’m sitting here thinking about goody bags. They go crazy for them at the BAFTA’s don’t they? They love them, the Jeffs, Colins, Natalies and Coens. Christopher Nolan only made Inception so he could get a gold cover for his phone. And some booze.

They love booze, those film folk. But if there’s one thing they hate, it’s paying for it. It’s a known fact that BAFTA luvvie  Russell Crowe once pinned the TV director Malcolm Gerrie to a wall just because Gerrie had the nerve to tell Crowe his Tia Maria was £4.50. Or something like that. I don’t know. Don’t quote me. Don’t hold me to it. Don’t pin the messenger to the wall.

Here’s what gets them all so whoop-di-dooed.

Let’s see. There’s a phone, some booze, some shampoo. You get the idea.

It’s a goody bag. But it’s not the goodiest bag.

Last night I was at a Valentine’s Ball. It was the Caravan Valentine’s Ball. Held at the Marriott Hotel in High Gosforth Park, Newcastle (winner, in 2008, of the North East England Large Hotel of the Year Award!)

Ok, I’ll slow down. I’ve become aware that I’m maybe piling on the information. Taking too much for granted. You think I’m some kind of Caravaner. I do wish I was, but I’m not. This Caravan is the name for the National Grocers’ Benevolent Fund; the charity for the grocery industry. It’s a fundraiser and everyone there does there best to raise money for grocers who’ve fallen on hard times.

You can laugh. But I’d rather you didn’t. I’ve fallen on hard times myself now and then (mainly now), and Caravan has come to my rescue too. And yes, I know I’m no grocer (if it helps, my grandpa and grandma were). Caravan help me in other ways. Caravan give each guest a goody bag that, frankly, makes the BAFTA goody bag look like a la-di-da ponce-fest. Yes Portman, you deserve all the best for your skinny-ballet horror lesbo romp. You deserve a gold phone. But be honest, wouldn’t you rather get your bony fingers on this?

Look closer. Let’s spill the bag and see what’s inside.

There were also crumpets and tea cakes. Actors, that’s a Goody Bag!

5 Responses to “Goody Goody Yum Yum”

  1. WOAH! you got Riccola’s, best cough sweet ever.

  2. Hurrah! You’re blog is back !! (after a well earned break)

    And what a goody bag it was! – definitely better to receive a Warburton’s oven glove, some garlic naans and a pot noodle than some poncey booze and a leather diary.

  3. Andrew said

    When you fall on hard times you need booze, booze and more booze, maybe a dog on a string even. What you don’t need is Warburtons Oven Gloves. I bet they taste terrible. I bet none of the packaging is suitable for a makeshift shelter either. So the Bafta goody bag is the one for me. PS welcome back from the wilderness, or Newcastle as they call it.

  4. Thats my weekly shop right there. Someone stole my shopping list.

  5. Now that is the kind of Goody bag I’d like to receive if I were ever in the position to get one of those.
    It was lovely to meet you on Friday night. I have passed on your blog address to that 100 people I mentioned. You’ve inspired me to start my own blog. But just like the conversation of yours I was ear wigging on from behind the large glowing plant pot, I don’t think my blog could be as interesting as yours.
    BLF, aka Rae

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