It was neither of those, so relax. It would be unfair to name the strip but, actually, I rather liked it and had no great problem losing out to it. (I admit Andrew was slighly less gracious). No, my problem was with the "nudge-nudge" phonecall the previous week which hinted heavily that our journey would be worthwhile. Given that we'd been members of this cartoonists' organisation for some time and had NEVER been contacted by them before, I admit that we were...ahem...working on our winners' speech. The trouble is that these organisations are based in central London with most of the members a tube-ride away. I genuinely believe that they don't understand what's involved for anyone outside the Home Counties. For Andrew and me, that meant two days off work, two six-hour train journeys and an expensive night in a London hotel. I'll say again that I had absolutely no problem with Bristow (oops!) winning---it was a great, quirky little strip---but the result was already known by the time we were contacted and asked to attend. Given our geographical location and the time and cost involved for us, it was a bit naughty to suggest we were stick-on winners.
When "Beau Peep-The Musical" is up for an Oscar, I probably won't go.
