Being a sensible person, I did not stay up until the wee hours to see who won which gong, deciding to catch the results on breakfast telly instead.

Now you'd think the media's focus would be on the winners, but no, the television channels and newspapers deemed who wore what, as the most important story coming from the Kodak Theatre.

It's fair enough taking the mickey out of those stars who think they looked the bee's knees but actually resembled an explosion in a jumble sale.

But does the world really need two pages in every paper and have to endure 15 minutes of a bright orange TV presenter bringing us in-depth reports on frocks?

All I wanted to find out was if this year's Oscars would actually bestow the most popular films with gongs galore, which it did with Slumdog Millionaire picking up eight of the golden statues.

Even Kate Winslet may have deserved her statue for her turn in The Reader, if anyone managed to catch it during its blink-and-you've-missed-them screenings at your local cinema.

But instead of quizzing the actress about her titular role in a film about Holocaust guilt or refraining from giving a repeat performance of her ridiculous Bafta speech, she was asked about her "gorgeous" gown. Wow, thanks for that insight.

One day the media may just stick to the flicks and keep the coverage of clothes to fashion shows.

Oh and if you must know, my Oscar for best costume on the red carpet
was Mickey Rourke's all white on the night get up.