Lord Patten’s slow transmogrification into his political hero Edward Heath has been fascinating to behold.
The haughtiness has always been there, of course, but he has now managed to add the precise amount of podgy truculence.
Patten’s downfall is not that he has become what I believe to be one of the worst chairmen in the history of the BBC, but that he is too vainglorious to acknowledge his mistakes, far less take responsibility for them.
Some of the worst scandals to afflict the corporation in recent years – including the over-generous pay-out to George Entwistle and the debacle over the Savile inquiry – have happened on his watch. Yet to me he has failed to show the slightest glimmer of contrition.