SELINA Scott closes the windows in her London office to drown the sound of builders outside. If she is going to get on her high horse, there will be no distractions. The problem, pure and simple, is television. It has become so nasty, brutish, patronising and downright ghastly that she can keep quiet no longer.
?There?s absolutely nothing for me on the box. Absolutely nothing. I don?t find any issues that interest me on the box any more,? she says, with all the charm that once made her its highest paid presenter. Comprehensive condemnation has never sounded so alluring