IM PISSED OFF!!! There I was watching the Oscars and gleaming in the ambience of Slumdog Millionaire’s success as they bag award after award, then they reach Best Director where Danny Boyle is giving his speech and thanking all these people. At this stage I hit the pause button, lower my eyebrows, stand to my feet, throw my right fist in the air and shout “I HAVE A DREAM!!!”…..no wait, that's not right…..errr…….oh yes that's it, I shout “WHERE THE HELL IS MY THANKS!!!!!” I DISTINCTLY REMEBER HAWKING CANS OF SLUMDOG FOOTAGE BACK AND FORTH ACROSS SOHO, SWEAT POURING FROM MY FACE, MY ARMS TREMBLING UNDER THE RIDICULOUS WEIGHT OF EACH CAN, THE SOULS OF MY FEET BURNING WITH EVERY STEP LIKE I JUST CAME OUT OF THE DEVILS SAUNA AND DROPPED SOME STEAMING HOT CHILLI SOUP OVER MY FEET!!! DAMMIT IF YOU CAN THANK THE SOUND EDITOR YOU CAN THANK ME!! 8 AWARDS, 8 ACCEPTANCE SPEECHES, AND NOT A SINGLE MENTION OF DANIEL JACKSON!! WHAT IF I HAD GATHERED ALL MY FAMILY MEMBERS AND CLOSET FRIENDS TO SEE ME GET A SHOUT OUT, I’D BE SITTING THERE LIKE A RIGHT MUPPET AS I GET OVERLOOKED BY A GAZILLION PEOPLE!!! THE CHEEK!! IF YOU CANT REMEMBER ALL THE PEOPLE YOU NEED TO THANK WRITE A LIST!!!!!