I HAD to smile at the comments in Diane Crabtree's column about Victoria Beckham being an icon.

Diane portrays her as a trendsetter and that her new haircut is a style master-stroke, pushing her into the limelight of a fashion guru.

Fashion and guru are the descriptions I wouldn't accredit to this preening poser. Little Miss Sour Face is nothing more than her husband's arm candy .

She's had her hair cut and styled, for goodness sake, and that's it.

This woman is so bored with everyday life that she has to think of ways to attract people's attention. In doing so, the boredom is so infectious it spills over to consume the nation.

She can't sing (the Spice Girls were all exposed when they went solo), and she can't act, only to imitate others. She can certainly pout but so can a trout.

The catwalk (or should that be the clothes-horse trail) is where she loves to strut. As the Americans embrace vanity and ego, she excels them. And from what I have read even they have sussed her.

I was brought up on such beauties as Sophia Loren (still fabulous today, oozing class and style. It's to do with good genes you know), Claudia Cardinale, Gina Lollobrigida, Bridget Bardot, Pier Angeli, Claire Bloom and last, but not least, Audrey Hepburn, whose hairstyle Pushy Posh has stolen.

Mrs Beckham was vacuous and insipid in the documentary launching herself on the American public. It showed her giving an interview on a sunlounger wearing high-heel stiletto shoes. I believe she can be seen tottering about the beach in them.

When you've lived in the same lifetime as the greats of fashion, furnishing us with new haute couture genius such as Yves St Laurent (the master of innovation, approachable and modest with it) Helena Rubinstein, Eve Arden, Coco Chanel and so on, I think you can safely assume where vain Victoria fits in.

Diane did get one observation true in her last paragraph, about wanting Miss Stick to start eating properly, put on some weight and start flirting with the opposite sex because her husband needs some of his own medicine.

So from one overrated woman to one of the most overrated of men and footballers.

They are genuinely well-matched.

Clarrie Shaw