By Claire King It’s the BAFTAs tomorrow night which reminds me of an experience in 2006 with the late, great June Brown. We didn’t have decent straighteners back then, so I sashayed down the red carpet with crazy, bouffant hair. You were still allowed to smoke back then – just not, heaven forbid, during the ceremony. So I went outside, down a corridor and lit up a fag. Along comes June. “Ah Claire,” she said, in that distinct voice of hers. “If you’re having a fag, I’m having one with you.” During those sorts of ceremonies, there’s a “seat-filler” to take your place so the venue doesn’t look e…