If talking about yourself was an Olympic sport this woman would have out Redgraved Steve . In ten minutes she told me she wasn’t old or grumpy and that she looked much younger than she is. Wrong times three, I promise.

She then ‘enthralled’ me about the countless plum jobs she has turned down and dropped celebrity names like hailstones. All the time she was talking  at me she was looking over my shoulder to see if there was anyone more important in the room - but sadly for both of us,   there was only me.

She brought to mind the quip “That’s enough about me, let’s talk about you now. So, what do you think of me?”