So incredibly sad about Victoria Wood, a comic genius who has been taken far too young. I first interviewed Queen Vic back in the 1980s for a Daily Express series called Funny Girls and found her to be very like an old friend of mine called Sue Coleman, who also came from Morecambe Bay and who ran off with a Morris Man (that’s Sue, not Victoria). Dry, a bit dour, slightly scary (until you warmed her up with jokes) and very funny. That’s Lancashire for you. Although I will say this for her, she didn’t keep examining her split ends like Sue did.
I took her to the Waldorf for afternoon tea and then to a matinee of Me And My Girl with another Funny Girls interviewee, Emma Thompson. Or did we have tea afterwards instead of first; I can’t remember. She was quite low-key with nothing showbizzy about her. Some writer/performers are pure tinsel, with showbusiness running through them like words on a stick of rock, but not Victoria – she was quite a serious person. A complete one-off, of course; and what she did for the cause of women in comedy is incalculable. She taught the men quite a bit too: her timing, her camp Northern consonants that she pronounced with such relish, her arch looks, her musical talents. It’s such a shock that she’s gone; but this is one who will never be forgotten.