IT’S awards season. The time of year my husband usually hides out in the kitchen watching BBC4.

Thankfully, my daughter also likes them so I have a sofa buddy to discuss outfits and embarrassing moments with.

But even we gave up this year within about half an hour of the BAFTA’s ceremony on Sunday - which should have been a triumphant moment.

First female solo presenter, not forgetting Mariella Frostrup who was allowed to stand alongside Stephen Fry many moons ago for just one ceremony, everyone wearing black and rising up together to oppose sexual harassment against women in the film industry.

So far, so groundbreaking. Unfortunately it was just a tiny bit dull and it all took a major dip when Sir Ridley Scott took to the stage for his speech to accept an award he already knew he was getting.

To labour the point - he had time to prepare.

He did not need to worry he might jinx things by readying a witty script.

But with this in mind it might only have been marginally less dull if he had stood up and read the small print of an insurance form.

People shifted uncomfortably in their seats as he turned the page over - there was a lot of dullness to get through.

We had already sat through quite a few not very interesting acceptance speeches.

Where were the characters who may have injected a bit of excitement and witticism.

Clearly not invited for fear of offending someone. Even with hardly anything exciting happening, Jennifer Lawrence was later criticised for seemingly rebuffing her gushing introduction from host Joanna Lumley.

She was just being modest - move on.

Why do we have to constantly look for fault or blame in everything ? And while Joanna did a very glamorous job of making sure everything went smoothly, I don’t think it set the world alight.

It is why I didn’t bother to watch the Brits this week - I will be able to look up the embarrassments and cringeworthy moments on social media, along with who won and who swore the most on the night.

I actually know very few people over the age of about 20 who still watch the Brits.

It was something we were always desperate to watch when we were about 15 but then fell by the wayside later in life.

For some reason it is always on television the week after half-term, making me Mummy bad guy for not allowing the 11-year-old in my life to stay up to 10pm in order to watch incomprehensible acceptance speech.

So I am out of love with awards ceremonies - it is entirely possible I will also be heading into the kitchen to watch BBC4 until the season is over.