Surrounded by tables of noisy Soho media types, Wood gazes into her lap, and when a waiter clears away her breakfast she shrinks even further into herself, jumpy with self-effacement. There she sits, the most celebrated person in the room by a million miles, looking extraordinarily vulnerable.She continues: .
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."
"I just find the layers of people you have to deal with tiresome. And you think, 'Well, fine, you make it then, I won't make it at all. I'll go home and put the washing on, fine.' You used to be trusted and now I feel like I'm not trusted, and I don't like it. Not valued, not needed on voyage – that's what it makes you feel like. I'm not trying to pull a big huff. It's not a celebrity huff. It's a working person's huff, and I think it's a justified huff, and it's on behalf of all of us who feel miffed and sidelined and overly interfered with."