John Gibson: Past your sell-by date, my sweet?

Can't help but notice Selina Scott's reincarnation, her second coming.

She's in your face. Obsessively seeking attention, her latest hey-look-everybody-I'm-here romp saw her posing at a stately pile for a photoshoot. Suitably gowned.

The grand design seems to be gathering speed in earnest to create work in television for old luvvies likes herself, desperate to dodge her sell-by date. Never been over-fond of her and I'm recalling the era when I was this paper's TV critic.

"I think in the past I held something of myself back," she's saying.

"No one has seen the real me yet, and maybe now I am ready to show them."

I'm sure. Pipe down, Selina, and sit down.

Tough talking

Nobody trades punches with Clint Eastwood, Mister Macho himself: "Nowadays you look at guys and they've got to act tough. I never felt I needed to do that. I remember once meeting Rocky Marciano and he was the toughest guy in the room - not just a great boxer but roughhouse fighter. He shook hands with me and it was like shaking hands with a jelly. He didn't try and break your knuckles because he didn't need to show me he was the great Rocky Marciano, he was just another guy. I thought that was true masculinity."