Last night was the Bafta Film Awards where the Brits tell the world what they think about this year's films. Everyone comes out in their pretty dresses and smart tucks to wow the world. There's always a few tears up on stage and, of course, the token drunk that gives an embarrassing speech.
For me, this year was all about Christopher Lee, who took home the Academy's Fellowship award. Everyone knows who Christopher Lee is, he's been acting for so long. From Dracula to Saruman in Lord of the Rings, he has kept us entertained through his acting talents. But, as he came onto the stage as a frail man with a walking stick, I was shocked. In my mind he was fighting fit with a long beard and a flowing white gown. His voice was shaky and slow as he gave his moving speech. The revelations hit me; he is an old man now.
Cinema has this wonderful power to freeze time and make people ageless. It blows them up to unearthly size and then keeps them that way in our minds. Unchanged.
I forget that my Lord of the Rings obsessed phase was nearly ten years ago. It turns out that Christopher Lee is 89 years old. I think he's allowed a walking stick! Thank you Mr Lee, for all you've given the world...