For those that haven't read it, the interview is the sort of thing that has you embarrassed for her, rather like turning up at an amateur dramatic production that's only sold ten tickets.
"Half an hour later, the same woman is relating her indignation at BBC executives who try to tell her how to do her job. "And you think, well that's fine, but what's your qualification for telling me what's funny? Please don't tell me what's funny, cos I know what's funny. And you probably don't. That's why I'm on television and you're not.""
Really?
What they're really thinking is:
Victoria, dear, did you actually watch that programme that went out with your name on Christmas Eve? We moved it from Christmas Day because it was shit, and it was an embarrassment given your (fairly) distinguished track record, but we spent too much money to just scrap it (or show it on BBC4, which amounts to the same thing).
Just because you did some great stuff back in the day that doesn't mean what you do now is any cop. You don't get to have six hours (I know, it only felt like six hours) over Christmas just because you made some good programmes with Julie twenty years ago. And then getting snippy about it in print, frankly, darling, we don't care any more.