It's not you, it's me. I feel we have to call our relationship a day. Simply put, I've outgrown you. Once upon a time you would see me gathering friends around to the house to watch and critque the awards (maybe with a little help from a good friend). Shouting at the television showing us undeserving winners, presenter debacles here and here, the seemingly endless exports from The Brits School (we did cheer at Alex Turner's comments in 2008 though), who could forget Jesus performing at the ceremony in 1996 or indeed any of these showbiz moments?
Over recent years though, I find myself becoming less interested in who's nominated or which ever Brit School graduate will win The Critics Choice award or whatever award they make up each year.
And now I find you're being hosted by James Corden. Did you learn NOTHING from the almighty humour drought that was 2009's awards? Obviously not. You deserve him and nothing better than him.
It breaks my heart, but I've grown up and moved on. But if you ever had any feelings for me over years, any feelings whatsoever, you'd let Plan B win. I don't think that's too much to ask after 24 years of blind devotion to you.
Good luck for the future. You'll always have a special place in my heart.
With love always,