You know what? I unashamedly and unironically love Red Nose Day. Love it. I love Jonathan Ross being a bit rude (but not very), and I love it when the casts of Eastenders and The Bill do a comedy routine, and I love it when the cast of West End musicals bomb across town to Television Centre after their curtain call and perform all over again for the cameras.
I even love Lenny Henry, which I understand is very much not the thing these days. But I do, and if I lived in Yorkshire I’d have gone to see him in Othello.
So come tomorrow evening you won’t find me at either of my siblings’ gigs (which saves me from having to choose a favourite, which is lucky), but curled up in front of the TV getting overexcited before the spectacle even begins.
