This immature behaviour will eventually turn against him as people tire of his self-publicising and self-aggrandising
Meanwhile, her hubby - almost as smug and self-aggrandising
as Dickens - was having more than a little difficulty with a young hospital volunteer called Florence Nightingale, who was brilliantly introduced to him by Dr Hendrick (Rupert Everett), the president of the hospital and physician to Royalty.
He called for a boycott of his films and said McGregor had "revealed himself to be a narrow-minded, stupendously self-aggrandising
, anti-democratic little twerp".
It doesn't have to be complicated or self-aggrandising
, but preparing a short personal introduction which you can use in any situation will help combat any initial nervousness you might feel and ease the way into the conversation.
So for any politician to publicly reveal that they will be donating theirs to charity - as Labour leadership contenders Yvette Cooper (above), Andy Burnham and Liz Kendall have done - is not only self-aggrandising
and patronising, it also demeans colleagues who will rightly take it.
Now that a starring role on The Jump has relaunched her career, Paul McCartney's ex is back in the limelight spouting her self-aggrandising
, bitchy nonsense.
Doesn't she realise the arrogant and evasive way she handled that grubby debacle has made us see her as a self-aggrandising
, self-interested woman who can't admit she's wrong about anything?
So often in this account under Nelsons' empowering baton woodwind solos, and especially those from Laurence Jackson's violin, evoked the wistfulness which lies at the heart of so many of Elgar's scores, and counterbalanced the roistering Gemutlichkeit of this tone-poem's more self-aggrandising
The deafening decibels of self-aggrandising
electoral battles will be replaced by wily politicalspeak as the challenge of actualising the election manifesto becomes unavoidable.
We watch it to enjoy the spectacle of arrogant fools failing their tasks miserably despite their bragging and self-aggrandising
posturing, before being put in their place by the indignant and constantly punning Lord Sugar.
To be fair, there were a few good lines - Jacobi chiding McKellen's self-aggrandising
luvvie by describing his career peak as having been "killing a prostitute on Coronation Street" - but, by and large, this made Benidorm (ITV's other lowest-common denominator laugh-vacuum) look like Brass Eye.
Skip its pointlessness, reader; Collins is a fine writer but even he can't lift that self-aggrandising
nonsense above the mire.