How exactly does one define chutzpah?

There is something engaging in the titanic lack of self-awareness displayed by Simon Heffer.  When he first donned his second-hand tweed jacket and drank himself puce in the Oxford Union bar he created a carapace of pomposity and self-regard that would now be positively dangerous to puncture.  Even so, the afflicted journalists who remain in the shattered remnants of a once good newspaper must bridle slightly at this?

 

If you find yourself using a word of whose meaning you are unsure, do look it up in the dictionary. When we get a word wrong it is embarrassing. It demeans us as professional writers and shakes our readers’ confidence in us.

 

It is excellent advice.  Is there, one wonders, any chance of our hero following it himself?