When King Charles gave Claudia Winkleman her MBE on Tuesday, he looked more delighted than she did. And rightly so. It’s basically blasphemy at this point not to want to be her best friend.

The National Treasure of National Treasures’ rise to royal appointment, and superstardom, is all the more pleasing because, on paper, it’s so unlikely. She is an anomaly among TV presenters, and not only because reading the Autocue must be a challenge when you have a fringe that long.

In the often soulless, bland world where she now reigns supreme, everything about Claudia seems like exactly what an industry expert might warn wannabes against. Skin purposely, defiantly, dyed an unnatural, Trumpian orange. Makeup that intentionally looks........

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