Fry.

I'd never quite managed to make my mind up about Stephen Fry - one of our 'national treasures' so to speak - and so I recently embarked on his autobiography.

One can admire self-confidence; one is never too distressed to meet the self-assured but the self-absorbed form a whole different category.

There are those who are witty and self-effacing - there are others who are witty and smug.

There are those who have opinions which are at variance with your own - and there are the unmitigatedly opinionated.

Then of course, there are the supremely arrogant. His lack of meaningful remorse for his youthful crimes can be quite disturbing - he treats them with a kind of detached amusement.

Clever man he may be; gifted writer he may be; talented actor he certainly is.

(Indeed, full credit must be given to any person who can turn Prince Michael of Kent into a verb! I kid you not.)

But all said and done, I am glad that there aren't too many of his ilk.

Please readers, remember to pray for this man whose detestation of the Gospel seems to border paranoia.