The rule on a red carpet or a parti-coloured podium is that none of the victors say anything about politics. None of the surrounding players – the losers, the judges, the spouses, the hangers-on – should say anything either, because it draws attention to the vast lacuna where normal opinions should be. Some people, such as the Olympic committee, have explicit strictures, while other bodies merely create the expectation that nothing will be said, and can I just remind everyone that many years passed when this was no big deal. Politics was 9-to-5 work, and sports and showbiz were weekend-casual work, and nobody expected the two to intersect.
It’s 2026, however, and the outside world intrudes on everything. Prince William said at Sunday night’s Bafta ceremony that he hadn’t seen the winning film, Hamnet, explaining: “I need to be in quite a calm state and I am not at the moment. I will save it.” Look, you could get on your high horse and say: “Mate, you’re the president of Bafta, could you not have found a moment of peace in which to watch the film that was likely to win everything?” Or you could speculate on what, between the arrest of Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor and the rising swell of voices wanting to know who knew what, when, could have caused William’s disquiet. Or you could say: “Actually, Hamnet would be the perfect film for your troubled mind, being immensely soporific and yet quite forgiving; you can sleep through a large chunk of it and still know exactly what’s about to happen”.
