Well, I would be lying if I said I wasn't pretty disappointed to read in the papers that I Could Be Anybody has not been nominated for an Oscar this year. Obviously we're all a bit shell-shocked.

I know it's not the done thing to say so, but we would have thought at the very least that Tim Stitz would have had an outside chance of claiming a Best Actor nomination against Heath Ledger and that assortment of other chumps whose ponytails are in the papers today.

And what does A List mean, exactly? An artistic term, is it?

Didn't think so.

Sure, I Could Be Anybody isn't finished yet. Sure, it's a short film made for next to nothing by a bunch of first-timers, but for crying out loud - everyone loves an underdog. Look at that Cypriot bloke in the Australian Open. One minute he's an unseeded outsider, the next minute he's a hero signing autographs and buying souvalakis for strangers in Lonsdale Street.

That could have been us, is all I'm saying.

Travesty is a strong word, but this deliberate snub seems a little heavy handed. We hope the academy knows what it's doing, because history will judge. History will judge.

We will be drafting a strongly worded press release over the next few days and we thank the public for your strong support - we are obviously being inundated at the moment, so please understand that we can't write back to you all individually.

Many thanks.