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Sunday, 2 March 2014

Oscar's back




For as long as I can remember the Oscars was something of a magical evening. Trying to make up excuses to stay up late, from watching the red carpet coverage of these ordinary people you had watched bring fantastical characters to life over the year to the spectacle of the show and of course the speeches... 

But most of all it was like a night full of watching peoples' dreams come true. A reminder that if all of them could, then why not?