KEITH ALLEN
At the 2000 ceremony, we braced themselves as all-round hellraiser Keith Allen arrived. Our memory of that year is certainly hazy but we recall him buying a cab and driving himself to the Reading Festival afterwards. Would’ve been cheaper to get a cab? Or a hotel and a train? Maybe he wanted to get down the front early for The Lapse.
STEVE PEMBERTON
The League Of Gentleman star attended the 2002 ceremony with Jeremy Dyson to present Marilyn Manson with Best Video for Tainted Love. Afterwards, he told the magazine: "We were going to do a joke about putting together a League Of Gentlemen tribute band. Who would play Herr Lipp? Brian Molko, of course.” Obviously. It must have been the Absinthe talking. That disgusting drink was a thing in 2002.
LIONEL BLAIR
The actor, choreographer, tap dancer and star of Give Us A Clue rolled up with his son Matt in 2001 to bring a touch of old school entertainer sparkle to the ceremony, which took place at the Royal Lancaster Hotel in central London. Imagine our surprise when he cheekily gave the finger while sashaying down the red carpet. The scamp.
BRITT EKLAND
The Kerrang! Awards in 2000 can be best described as eventful. Taking place at the Hammersmith Palais in west London, Slipknot were the big winners of the evening, emerging victorious in three categories: Best International Live Act, Best Band In The World and Best Single for Wait And Bleed. They also kept themselves warm in the air-conditioned room by setting fire to their table and destroying several chairs. The tables were heaving with all the alcohol and pieces of fruit, as a courtesy gesture to our collective livers. Not all of the fruit was consumed and some of it was carelessly dropped on the floor and thrown towards the direction of the stage. Britt Ekland – notable for her appearances in Get Carter, The Man With The Golden Gun and The Wicker Man – was on hand to present the Hall Of Fame award to Marilyn Manson, but slipped on a piece of watermelon on her way to the stage, breaking her ankle and wrist. Nevertheless, she was carried onto the stage and presented the award to the God Of Fuck and spent the rest of the evening in Charing Cross Hospital. “I don't think anybody quite realised or believed how much pain she was in,” said her agent afterwards. It made our hangovers the next day pale into comparison. But only just.