This year, we’ve made a conscious effort to stay up for the Oscars, in a planned way (unlike last year’s getting to Sunday afternoon and going “…I mean shall we?”). It’s always good craic. We have plenty of snacks and cocktails to see us through the proceedings. The show feels both tighter than normal but still somehow drags on for hours. Conan is nailing the hosting continually, and I hope he’s back next year. The choice to only do two songs is baffling and disappointing, but, it has to be said, is very funny happening the year Dianne Warren gets nominated for a song about herself in a documentary about her. Incredible scenes.