Months of training, years of perfecting the art. For what? For Frank Bruno to write a sports column instead of a well-trained, articulate journo.

Gavin Bevis wonders what went wrong...

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I once read a copy of New Scientist but to be honest with you, I wouldn't have thought I'd got much to offer the fight against Aids.

The other day, I flicked through the sports pages of the Guardian, but have no plans to apply for the vacant England manager's job.

I even sunk a few pints down the pub the other night, but I don't think I'm ready for a senior management role at a top brewery.

So why on earth have footballers, pop stars and models suddenly started thinking they're qualified journalists?

Why is the original pop-tart, Britney Spears, writing an advice column for the BBC?

Why does Tamara Beckwith get a whole page to write about her privileged, inconsequential life?

And why is Jimmy Greaves allowed to state the obvious in the Sun every week?

This has been going on for a few years now and it's high time it stopped.

With many journalists leaving the profession for better-paid positions such as a Burger King crew member or doing a paper-round, is it really fair that some of the "top" positions get given to complete novices - even if they are ghosted by the professionals?

Even as a film director, Michael Winner was doubtful, so why has the News of The World given him his own column every week?

I'm sure Tara Palmer what's-her-face has a lovely collection of slingbacks and slacks but I really can't be bothered with her "expert" opinion on life.

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