We saw a lot of Fearn as she was based directly opposite us. We blame her for stealing all our interviews. Goddamn traditional media.

Look, you try getting all your pictures in focus when talent speeds past you faster than the Millennium Falcon completed the Kessel Run.

Paul Greengrass was there as his live action adaptation of Captain Pugwash had quite a few nominations.

After the first hour, the carpet start to resemble a very well dressed human exodus, a swarm of people being herded like cattle. I’m sure they didn’t see it like that, though.

Right after this we got a wave from Michael Sheen. It helps having a Welshy shout his name at the top of her lungs.

We’re glad Stanley Tucci’s, though it seems no one sent him the beard memo every other man seemed to get.

This is Oprah Winfrey, an American nominated for a British award. We’re confused too.

As he passed our pen, the swoons of all the ladies in the area reached noise pollution levels.

As the mightiest hollywood couple descend upon London, their vassals pay homage.

Part of the beard-brigade this year, Bale had miraculously lost his paunch from American Hustle. He should market diet plans.

Michael Fassbender there, the physical incarnation of beard-envy giving and a wave.