The award presenters were generally a bit wordy but they tried valiantly in front of an audience that (to this telly viewer anyway) appeared to have undergone a mass sense of humour bypass before being allowed in. There were some rather tenuous links to folk music there... You'd think that, of all genres, it would have been possible to have a lot more live music in that huge great long show. A curate's egg, with Donovan undoubtedly the mummy chicken's arse.