NME's Alex Miller went to last night's MTV European Music Awards as the guest of the Klaxons. Here's his exclusive behind the scenes report.

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Life is much better when everyone in Germany thinks you’re a member of Klaxons. Last night in Munich I had doors opened for me, cards thrust into my hand from eager hoteliers, a woman even came up to my hotel room to stitch my coat back together (a war wound from a tussle with a bastard dog called Bismarck). I was in Munich for the MTV Music Awards, strolling into a pit of celebrity with my partner for the night Jamie Reynolds, happily benefiting from general misunderstandings that I was in his band.

I figured the whole thing would be quite gross, but The Olympic Stadium was far worse than I’d imagined. At the ‘VIP’ entrance (VIP meaning everyone who isn’t important enough to get on the red carpet) hundreds, literally hundreds of China White scumbags in black shirts with huge silver ties were climbing over scaffolding to try and get into the place. While a woman with a shit perm behind me was pushing me, like an obnoxious kid does, into the guy in front, a Teutonic ex-model type vamped to the front and mouthed, ‘let me in, do you know who I am?’ No one did.

Inside there was a small stage where a man stood dancing to ‘Umbrella’, and ‘Sexy Back’. Me and my friend (former NME assistant editor) Malik bought beers and played this game where we won some maracas by recognising a Pink song and a Christina Aguilera song.

Jamie got down a bit later, it took me ages to work out where he was calling me from, but I eventually spotted him right in the middle of the stadium, in this weird little island with jaccuzzis where Snoop Dogg, Amy Winehouse, Pete Doherty, Nelly Furtado and people like that were. He didn’t have a clue how he got there. Neither do I, because he had the same pass as me and I had to peg it past this shy overweight guard and then pretend I was crew to get there.

It was kind of cool there though. We didn’t know anyone who was there except for Drew from Babyshambles so we said 'hi' to him, but mostly we just sat about watching the show and drinking cans of free prosecca which were brought round by hot waitresses who looked quite stressed out. Mika was really weird, Babyshambles were good, Amy Winehouse was amazing. Occasionally a woman with a clip board would move us about and we were made to sit in his bit wheer we got rained on from the jaccuzzi above. Sometimes though we were sat right where people who’d won awards sat before they went up to get their trophy so you might be able to see me looking stupid behind Avril Lavigne or Jared Letto on the MTV broadcast. We nearly got right behind Snoop Dogg when he was doing a link, but some bloke in a shirt moved us on.

Lewis Hamilton was there looking sharp if very small, his maties looked like nightclub owners though, trainers with suits, big sunglasses etc. Gerard Way has a nice new bunch of hair and looked cheerful when hanging out with Dave Grohl. Grohl incidentally knew everyone there, he was mixing his own drinks and pissing about with Snoop Dogg. Model Lily Cole was there, she looks kind of amazing, so did Winehouse and Furtado. I, incidentaly looked rubbished and remembered what it was like to go out before England went 'indie'.

When I got drunk enough I went up to footballer Didier Drogba and shook his hand. “You’re the best striker in the world at the moment” I said. He looked pleased, if not entirely surprised.

It was a pretty fun night, but the best bit was going to see New Young Pony Club at the aftershow party, they were really good and we drank all their rider.

Alex Miller