From the moment Sam Smith turned up to yesterday’s Brits looking like a badly burned spatchcock chicken, there was little chance I was going to be able to relate to much of the evening’s proceedings. The Brits is a regular fixture on the annual music awards calendar, a celebration of the incredible creative talent that has made the UK the home of the world’s most prestigious artists and entertainers. It remains so today, of course, but for those of us born before the invention of the internet – and for whom streaming once required a net and wellies – watching The Brits today is a little like watching one’s own…