Would we have even heard of Heather Mills, Trudie Styler, Sharon Osbourne and similar media fixtures, if it wasn’t for their famous spouses? When it comes to so-called ‘celebrities in their own right’, one, in particular, gets my goat. Step forward, Nancy Dell’Olio; Sven-Goran’s ex, a ‘charismatic’ diva who could have given Louis Armstrong lessons in blowing your own trumpet. In a short interview for a Sunday supplement, taking self-aggrandisement to a whole new level, the ‘I’ word crops up around 100 times: ‘I’m fascinating; I’m beautiful; I’m a very loved person; I know how good I am; I’m invited everywhere; I love to look 30, like I look now.’ Ha! 30? In dog years? To paraphrase the old musical number, I Yi Yi Yi Yi I Like Me Very Much. Me? Not so much! Delusional? The old Prada bag reportedly reckons she filled the void Princess Di left in Middle England's hearts and that she's the most intelligent person current squeeze, Trevor Nunn, has ever met. Well there's Nunn so foolish as an old fool, I suppose. Can someone explain why fancy Nancy gets photographed at all, other than - like Carmen Miranda - as reference material for drag queens?
