Forget Sex and the City, Kim puts the passion into this one.
Byline: Dawn COLLINSON
Sassy. Sexy. Sophisticated. She knows loads of words beginning with 'S.' IF THERE'S one thing I've discovered in so many years as a journalist - other than you should probably check you've switched the Dictaphone on in an interview - it is that celebrities are rarely all they're cracked up to be.
Maybe it's not their fault. Perhaps the tireless publicity machine behind most people in the public eye is culpable.
But nevertheless, it's invariably true what they say about never meeting your heroes. Or, if not even heroes, then anyone for whom you have the slightest admiration.
Comedians are rarely funny when they're not in the spotlight, reciting wellrehearsed material, and you often fairly soon realise why actors prefer to inhabit a fictional character rather than relying on their own.
Even those exalted to E Hollywood god-like status can stamp on raised expectations with feet of clay. A meeting a decade or so ago with George Clooney, when he was here to promote his latest film, began with him moaning about having a stinking cold. Surely movie icons are supposed to be immune to man flu? Another actor - who shall remain nameless - chose to conduct an interview in his hotel room in Liverpool wearing only a bathrobe having just "got out of the shower'" so keen was he to stress his sex symbol status.
Poor. Very poor. By which I mean his behaviour, not what was barely disguised beneath the towelling.
But famous people can disappoint in so many ways. This week, Gordon Ramsay revealed that he used a "ghost-writing machine" to forge his signature.
Apparently, they stop you getting writer's cramp when, poor you, you're forced to sign some books and photos for the people who have helped make you ludicrously wealthy.
They are, it transpires, not unusual, having been favoured by President John F Kennedy, although I would have thought demands on the time of the leader of the free world and a narky celebrity chef are quite different.
Every so often, though, you E encounter someone in the public eye who is absolutely what you had hoped.
I first interviewed Kim Cattrall when Sex and the City, then a little heard-of HBO series, was making its debut on Channel 4. She was chatty and friendly then and I carried on enjoying her as Samantha Jones for the next six years, 12 if you include the films.
I loved her on stage at the Playhouse as Cleopatra, too. But mostly I've admired the warmth and passion she always displays for her home city of Liverpool.
On Saturday, she was here to collect an award and I heard her give such a heartfelt speech about how much she appreciated being a part of the Scouse family, how important it was to her to have that sense of belonging and how much she cares about local issues.
I'd be very surprised if anyone who met Kim during her stay felt a sense of celebrity let-down. She lived up to her billing. And, in answer to the two most commonly-asked questions since ... a) yes, she looks that young close up; b) no, no surgery in sight.