Well done, love. You won at last. The hacks in The Times and Daily Mail will cream themselves tommorrow, as they seem to be obsessed with Radcliffe. In fact, her autobiography is currently being serialised by The Times. This incredibly dull account of how she likes running along on her own for hours is bound to captivate and delight literally a few people and will sit nicely on the sparsely populated bookshelves of semi-literate, Daily Mail reading people who enjoy this type of sports "personality", ghost-written rubbish.
I suspect there will be a lobby for her to win Sports Personality of the Year, the most oxymoronic and pointless piece of televisial wank imaginable. The sight of a couple of hundred socially awkward professional sports-people, who have no room to develop a personality in between training sessions, looking awkward, embarrassed and totally out of place in front of the cameras in their ill-fitting suits can be quite funny for a couple of minutes, though.
I hope she doesn't win it, because Kelly Holmes is a far more deserving candidate, although her achievements have been pretty much eclipsed in the press by sobbing little blond Paula's crying histrionics.