Liz Nice says Olivia Colman was sweet to share her glory with her co stars Emma Stone and Rachel Weisz but maybe we Brits - and East Anglian types - don't big ourselves up enough?

It was great to see our East Anglian film star Olivia Colman winning a Bafta.

I met her mum once, in John Lewis' café.

A lovely lady and, like all the best people, delightfully open and honest about everything you wanted to know, including what it's like being the mother of a megastar.

Don't worry, Mrs C, I won't reveal what you said – you had no idea of my dark profession and I'm good like that – except to say that it was very clear that Olivia comes from a family of fabulous, down-to-earth normal people, which is no doubt why she comes across so well herself.

Somebody said to me the other day, 'I can't stand Olivia Colman', and I looked at them in disbelief.

That's like saying, 'I hate cake, I don't drink, I drive a BMW and I think The Sound of Music is a rubbish film'.

These are the statements that tell you instantly that you are in the presence of an absolute horror.

It is impossible not to like the woman, nor respect her work – which is always authentic, always mesmerising and very often breaks your heart.

Typically, she insisted on sharing her award with her fellow actresses on The Favourite, Rachel Weisz and Emma Stone.

Neither of them required the dedication – Stone has an Oscar, and Weisz has everything (an Oscar, a Bafta, impossible beauty, brains and Daniel Craig) – but in that modest East Anglian way, Olivia insisted on sharing the glory.

All power to her dedication to the sisterhood but I sometimes think we East Anglians - and the Brits in general - should take the glory a bit more often, rather than thanking all and sundry.

Sometimes, it's just you that's won, you know?

I've never won anything but if I did, you can be sure I would be milking it massively – and I think, if Olivia takes an Oscar home as well, she should do the same.

'Thank you to the Academy for finally recognising my fabulousness, it's about time! This one's for me! Hurray!'

Wouldn't that be refreshing?

Not very typical of people from this part of the world though, is it? So I suspect it is unlikely to occur.

I did, however, experience some East Anglians milking the glory on Sunday as messages poured in from Norwich fans eager to remind me of their victory against Ipswich Town in case I was somehow unaware of what had transpired.

But the general feeling seemed to be that Ipswich were not as bad as we had all expected, and that there might be hope for us yet when it comes to reversing the so-called Decade of Dominance.

Meanwhile, I very much enjoyed Paul Lambert's furious touchline outburst and was with him at every snarl and finger poke.

The man has passion and he follows through on it too, which is the kind of man everyone wants to have around, me included.

Spare us from managers (and men) who keep their feelings in and plod on to Dullsville in case they ruffle any feathers.

To win the prize, you have to stick your neck out, break the odd heart and have a bit of a go, don't you think?

Town will rise again, I'm sure, though it would help if we spent a bit of money – which was the main reason Norwich rose again out of League One so quickly, as opposed to some natural phenomenon that is organically bound to happen to Ipswich too, if well-meaning Norwich fans I have spoken to are to be believed.

Either way, I am not feeling too downhearted.

An East Anglian has won a Bafta, Ipswich weren't humiliated and no-one has mentioned Brexit to me all morning.

Perhaps my chipperness can also be put down to an inspiring Charlie Brown cartoon I spotted on Facebook at the weekend.

Charlie and Snoopy are staring out to sea and Charlie says, 'One day we will die'.

Snoopy replies, 'Yes, but every other day, we will live.'

Here's to living.