It was one of those readyaimfire letters which announces longlist, shortlist, and winner all at once (sort of takes away the fun a bit). It was won by someone called Thomas Maugham - of course he'll never make it as a writer with a silly name like that, poor chap.
Emma, no champagne until published. I've got a Dom Perignon '93 for this. But I expect it'll be very ancient by then, probably an undrinkable fizzy vinegar.