The final entry on her Twitter account read,
"Life's not fair, is it? Some of us drink champagne in the fast lane, and some of us eat our sandwiches by the loose chippings on the A597."
Much of comedy these days seems to involve cruelty. Hers, by contrast, would always warm the cockles of your heart by which the mundane would undergo a magical metamorphosis.
Remember?
"When you are in the middle of labour it’s like watching two very inefficient removal men trying to get a very large sofa through a very small doorway, only in this case you can’t say, bring it through the French window."
or
"I once went to one of those parties where everyone throws their car keys into the middle of the room. I don’t know who got my moped but I’ve been driving that Peugeot for years."
I loved her. Everyone I know has loved her. Treasure is a word bandied around so much that it has almost lost its meaning. But I am truly grateful that through television we will always have a record of her work, and she will continue to make us laugh.
If you want to cheer yourself up then Google the lyrics of her wonderful song, "Let's Do it" and then sing it loud and sing it strong, not meekly, and then Beat yourself on the bottom with a Woman's Weekly...
Don't delay. Just do it...
Victoria Wood |
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