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Ladies and gentlemen, this is an announcement. | 0:00:04 | 0:00:06 | |
May we remind you that the use of photography during the performance | 0:00:06 | 0:00:09 | |
is strictly forbidden, and please turn off all mobile phones. | 0:00:09 | 0:00:12 | |
We wish to warn you that this show is of no interest whatsoever | 0:00:12 | 0:00:14 | |
to people who are harsh or critical. | 0:00:14 | 0:00:17 | |
It is fact that only utterly lovely people will enjoy it. | 0:00:17 | 0:00:21 | |
Therefore, any total tossers may as well go home now. | 0:00:21 | 0:00:24 | |
We also wish to warn you this show may contain nuts. | 0:00:26 | 0:00:30 | |
Thank you. | 0:00:30 | 0:00:32 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:00:32 | 0:00:34 | |
Ah, hello! | 0:00:38 | 0:00:41 | |
Yes! | 0:00:44 | 0:00:46 | |
Hooray! | 0:00:47 | 0:00:49 | |
Oh, how lovely to see you! | 0:00:49 | 0:00:52 | |
Good evening, ladles and jelly spoons. | 0:00:52 | 0:00:55 | |
Right, first off, let me reassure you, | 0:00:55 | 0:00:57 | |
30 Million Minutes is not the length of the show... | 0:00:57 | 0:01:00 | |
..it's just how long I've been alive. | 0:01:01 | 0:01:04 | |
30 million minutes is 59 years, give or take a minute, | 0:01:04 | 0:01:07 | |
and don't worry, we're not going to be here for 59 years, all right? | 0:01:07 | 0:01:10 | |
With any luck, we'll have this all wrapped up, quick sticks, | 0:01:10 | 0:01:13 | |
including a lovely interval - mine's a gin and tonic, | 0:01:13 | 0:01:16 | |
if I may be so bold, | 0:01:16 | 0:01:17 | |
no-one's ever bothered, please feel free - | 0:01:17 | 0:01:20 | |
and then, afterwards, everyone can make their own transport arrangements, | 0:01:20 | 0:01:24 | |
and so long as you all bob me a quick text to let me know | 0:01:24 | 0:01:26 | |
that you're home safely, I'm happy with that. | 0:01:26 | 0:01:29 | |
Good. So, a little bit of reassurance there, | 0:01:29 | 0:01:32 | |
but, conversely... | 0:01:32 | 0:01:34 | |
I'm afraid I do have to stress you out a little bit, | 0:01:34 | 0:01:37 | |
because there's a certain amount of urgency about this show tonight, | 0:01:37 | 0:01:41 | |
because, tonight, a Sword of Damocles | 0:01:41 | 0:01:44 | |
is hanging over all of us this room. | 0:01:44 | 0:01:46 | |
Well, OK, over me, | 0:01:49 | 0:01:52 | |
because the time we have together tonight | 0:01:52 | 0:01:54 | |
may well prove to be the only time I have left. | 0:01:54 | 0:01:57 | |
Well, the only lucid time I have left. | 0:01:57 | 0:02:00 | |
Let me clarify. This next 120 minutes | 0:02:00 | 0:02:04 | |
represents the sliver of time | 0:02:04 | 0:02:07 | |
between the madness of my menopause... | 0:02:07 | 0:02:10 | |
now, thankfully, over, more anon... | 0:02:10 | 0:02:13 | |
and the impending madness of my dementia... | 0:02:13 | 0:02:17 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:02:17 | 0:02:19 | |
..which I'm absolutely sure has already started. | 0:02:19 | 0:02:22 | |
Of my dementia, | 0:02:22 | 0:02:24 | |
which I'm absolutely sure has already started. | 0:02:24 | 0:02:26 | |
So, you see this is the only time I have | 0:02:28 | 0:02:31 | |
when I can tell you about some of the things I think I know. | 0:02:31 | 0:02:34 | |
So, look, I'm going to have to keep it snappy. | 0:02:34 | 0:02:36 | |
Looks at imaginary watch. | 0:02:36 | 0:02:38 | |
So sit back, shut up, | 0:02:38 | 0:02:40 | |
and be prepared to have the living shit talked out of ya! | 0:02:40 | 0:02:44 | |
All right, here we go. OK. CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:02:44 | 0:02:46 | |
No, no, no, no time for any of that, no time. | 0:02:46 | 0:02:50 | |
Time, you see, that's the whole point. | 0:02:50 | 0:02:52 | |
What you are looking at here, | 0:02:52 | 0:02:54 | |
and also here, | 0:02:54 | 0:02:56 | |
and especially here, | 0:02:56 | 0:02:58 | |
is a time-starved husk of a woman. | 0:02:58 | 0:03:02 | |
How come I seem to live my life six months in arrears? | 0:03:02 | 0:03:07 | |
How am I ever going to catch up? | 0:03:07 | 0:03:09 | |
Of course, I know what I need. | 0:03:09 | 0:03:11 | |
Do you know what a fermata is? | 0:03:11 | 0:03:13 | |
It occurs in music. | 0:03:13 | 0:03:15 | |
It's a pause of unspecified length | 0:03:15 | 0:03:18 | |
where everything just stops. | 0:03:18 | 0:03:20 | |
And that's what I need. | 0:03:20 | 0:03:21 | |
I need everything to just stop, and then I can catch up, | 0:03:21 | 0:03:25 | |
so I flick a switch... | 0:03:25 | 0:03:27 | |
you all just stop like that, | 0:03:27 | 0:03:29 | |
frozen in time, whilst I just go about my business, | 0:03:29 | 0:03:33 | |
reading what I've got to read, | 0:03:33 | 0:03:34 | |
and writing what I've got to write, and doing all my thinking, | 0:03:34 | 0:03:37 | |
both important and daydreaming. | 0:03:37 | 0:03:39 | |
I'll have a little kip, I'll kiss my dog full-on the lips... You know, | 0:03:39 | 0:03:42 | |
all the really crucial stuff, do all of that, really catch up, | 0:03:42 | 0:03:46 | |
then I'll flip the switch again... | 0:03:46 | 0:03:48 | |
and I'll get back into the slipstream of time | 0:03:48 | 0:03:49 | |
along with the rest of you, | 0:03:49 | 0:03:51 | |
and that's me cock-of-the-hoop, time-wise, totally caught up. | 0:03:51 | 0:03:55 | |
Ooh, and by the way, when I've got you all frozen in the fermata, | 0:03:55 | 0:03:59 | |
don't think for a minute that I won't be up to all sorts of mischief, | 0:03:59 | 0:04:02 | |
because I absolutely will. | 0:04:02 | 0:04:03 | |
I'm definitely going to have a little peek down your pants. | 0:04:03 | 0:04:07 | |
Yeah! I might nick your shoes, if I fancy them, | 0:04:07 | 0:04:10 | |
and I probably am going to lick you up the face. | 0:04:10 | 0:04:13 | |
And you know you, there? | 0:04:14 | 0:04:16 | |
You know your girlfriend? Well, | 0:04:16 | 0:04:18 | |
while she is frozen in the fermata like this, | 0:04:18 | 0:04:21 | |
I'm just going to creep up to her, | 0:04:21 | 0:04:23 | |
and in her ear I'm going to whisper all about the other women | 0:04:23 | 0:04:27 | |
you regularly sleep with, and then I'm going to creep off again, | 0:04:27 | 0:04:30 | |
and then when time starts again, she'll just suddenly know, | 0:04:30 | 0:04:35 | |
and she won't know how she knows. | 0:04:35 | 0:04:37 | |
Lovely. That'll learn ya. | 0:04:37 | 0:04:39 | |
So, time, yeah. | 0:04:39 | 0:04:41 | |
Look, I do have a certain amount of time confusion, | 0:04:41 | 0:04:45 | |
I will admit that, because I'm 59, right, | 0:04:45 | 0:04:48 | |
and apparently that is middle-aged. | 0:04:48 | 0:04:51 | |
How can it be middle-aged? | 0:04:52 | 0:04:54 | |
Unless I'm going to live to be 118, | 0:04:54 | 0:04:57 | |
and that seems unlikely. So, God, | 0:04:57 | 0:05:00 | |
have I been alive longer than I'm not going to be alive? | 0:05:00 | 0:05:04 | |
Am I more than halfway through? | 0:05:04 | 0:05:06 | |
Oh, God! You see? | 0:05:06 | 0:05:07 | |
Time, it's the non-negotiable currency | 0:05:07 | 0:05:11 | |
that you can't stop counting. | 0:05:11 | 0:05:13 | |
Like, for instance, I've used up 30 million of my minutes so far, | 0:05:13 | 0:05:18 | |
and all the time I'm asking myself, "Can I get some more?" | 0:05:18 | 0:05:21 | |
And if so, where from, and who from? | 0:05:21 | 0:05:25 | |
Surely some people have got some spare minutes that I could haggle for, | 0:05:25 | 0:05:28 | |
haven't they? You, for instance, madam, do you really need to be alive? | 0:05:28 | 0:05:32 | |
Yeah, you do, yeah, yeah. | 0:05:32 | 0:05:34 | |
Yeah, all right, you do, all right, keep your hair on! | 0:05:34 | 0:05:36 | |
All right. Well, not you, then, not you. | 0:05:36 | 0:05:38 | |
But what about horrid, | 0:05:38 | 0:05:41 | |
violent, abusive, murdering bastards? | 0:05:41 | 0:05:45 | |
Couldn't I procure some of their spare minutes that they don't deserve? | 0:05:45 | 0:05:49 | |
Sorry if that sounds a tad judgmental, but you know, | 0:05:49 | 0:05:51 | |
I would consider a fair exchange, like, | 0:05:51 | 0:05:54 | |
you, horrid, violent, abusive, | 0:05:54 | 0:05:56 | |
murdering bastard, you give me | 0:05:56 | 0:05:59 | |
a million of your minutes, | 0:05:59 | 0:06:01 | |
that's about a year and nine months, and in return | 0:06:01 | 0:06:04 | |
I give you... | 0:06:04 | 0:06:06 | |
a hatchback! | 0:06:06 | 0:06:08 | |
Or a pony, or some cake, or something. | 0:06:08 | 0:06:11 | |
That seems like a reasonable, decent deal to me. | 0:06:11 | 0:06:14 | |
Surely Donald Weetabix-head Trump... | 0:06:14 | 0:06:17 | |
..or Ann Widdecombe, or anybody from the cast of Made In Chelsea... | 0:06:20 | 0:06:25 | |
..surely those people aren't entitled to their full quota of life, are they? | 0:06:26 | 0:06:31 | |
Anyway, anyway, anyway, never mind how long have I got, | 0:06:31 | 0:06:34 | |
because I haven't really got enough time for that. | 0:06:34 | 0:06:36 | |
The more pressing question is - who am I? | 0:06:36 | 0:06:40 | |
Well, look, of course I do know my name, | 0:06:40 | 0:06:42 | |
I am Dawn French, but, you see, | 0:06:42 | 0:06:45 | |
I'm also Moo French to my close friends and family, | 0:06:45 | 0:06:48 | |
and I'm Mrs D Bignell. | 0:06:48 | 0:06:51 | |
My point is that I'm someone's mother, I'm someone's wife, | 0:06:51 | 0:06:54 | |
I'm someone's sister. I'm a cousin, I'm a godmother, | 0:06:54 | 0:06:57 | |
I'm a client, a pimp, | 0:06:57 | 0:06:59 | |
a killah! | 0:06:59 | 0:07:01 | |
I'm all of these things. | 0:07:01 | 0:07:03 | |
But for the purposes of tonight's show, | 0:07:03 | 0:07:05 | |
I'm going to put all of those mini-me's | 0:07:05 | 0:07:08 | |
into a giant metaphorical tombola drum, | 0:07:08 | 0:07:11 | |
I'm going to whizz it round till I puke, | 0:07:11 | 0:07:13 | |
then I'm going to pull out a few fragments | 0:07:13 | 0:07:15 | |
to see if I can make sense of it all, | 0:07:15 | 0:07:17 | |
because, after all, how do you be a person? | 0:07:17 | 0:07:22 | |
Right, well, look, | 0:07:22 | 0:07:24 | |
I started, like a lot of us, very young. | 0:07:24 | 0:07:27 | |
As a baby, really, if we're honest. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:31 | |
-CROWD: -Aww. | 0:07:33 | 0:07:34 | |
Yep. | 0:07:34 | 0:07:35 | |
With scarlet fever, apparently. | 0:07:35 | 0:07:38 | |
My mum brought home an alarmingly red lump, | 0:07:38 | 0:07:41 | |
covered with hundreds of stubbly crimson pimples, | 0:07:41 | 0:07:45 | |
skin as raw and knobbly as vermillion sandpaper. | 0:07:45 | 0:07:49 | |
My brother thought she'd given birth to a giant, screaming strawberry. | 0:07:49 | 0:07:53 | |
Oh, God, he did not like the volume of me at all. | 0:07:53 | 0:07:58 | |
In fact, he nicknamed me "The Foghorn", | 0:07:58 | 0:08:01 | |
because apparently every time he would approach me, | 0:08:01 | 0:08:04 | |
I would alert the parents by going, | 0:08:04 | 0:08:05 | |
"Eeeeeeeeeaaaa!" | 0:08:05 | 0:08:09 | |
The closer he got, louder the warning. "EeeeeaaaaAAAA!" | 0:08:09 | 0:08:13 | |
Because he was my most immediate danger, you see, | 0:08:13 | 0:08:16 | |
because he was intent on shutting me the hell up, permanently. | 0:08:16 | 0:08:21 | |
I was intent on getting the most attention. | 0:08:21 | 0:08:24 | |
For instance, he's called Gary, right? | 0:08:24 | 0:08:28 | |
There we are. And one day, when we were about this age, | 0:08:28 | 0:08:32 | |
I referred to him as Gazelle... | 0:08:32 | 0:08:35 | |
..which was apparently a heinous crime, | 0:08:36 | 0:08:39 | |
for which he thumped me. | 0:08:39 | 0:08:41 | |
Now, if I'm honest, that thump didn't really hurt at all, | 0:08:41 | 0:08:44 | |
but I managed to cradle my arm dramatically, like this, | 0:08:44 | 0:08:49 | |
for eight hours until my mum got home from work. | 0:08:49 | 0:08:51 | |
And by cradling my arm dramatically for eight hours, | 0:08:53 | 0:08:57 | |
I actually injured my actual arm. | 0:08:57 | 0:08:59 | |
So, that was ironic, but... | 0:09:01 | 0:09:04 | |
I got sympathy, and I got attention. Yes! | 0:09:04 | 0:09:08 | |
Funny how that need for attention still resonates with me now. | 0:09:08 | 0:09:12 | |
I mean, between us, I think that performers | 0:09:12 | 0:09:15 | |
have a proper sickness of need. | 0:09:15 | 0:09:18 | |
At the root of all performers is a little toddler, | 0:09:18 | 0:09:22 | |
in a nappy, going, "Mum, Dad, look at me!" | 0:09:22 | 0:09:26 | |
Because we crave the approval, you see. | 0:09:26 | 0:09:29 | |
And even when we get it, we want loads more. | 0:09:29 | 0:09:32 | |
We're just greedy little toddlers at heart. | 0:09:32 | 0:09:35 | |
MILITARY MUSIC PLAYS | 0:09:35 | 0:09:37 | |
Ah! | 0:09:37 | 0:09:39 | |
Yep, in 1961, I was nearly four, | 0:09:39 | 0:09:42 | |
about two million minutes, | 0:09:42 | 0:09:44 | |
when something happened to our little family. | 0:09:44 | 0:09:47 | |
Now, we were living on an RAF base called Leconfield, | 0:09:47 | 0:09:51 | |
because my dad was a sergeant, | 0:09:51 | 0:09:52 | |
and basically we lived wherever his job was. | 0:09:52 | 0:09:55 | |
So, there we were, in Yorkshire, | 0:09:55 | 0:09:58 | |
and my only concern in life | 0:09:58 | 0:10:01 | |
was how to accessorise my dog. | 0:10:01 | 0:10:04 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:10:04 | 0:10:06 | |
Yeah. It's a little bit cruel, but very amusing. | 0:10:11 | 0:10:14 | |
So, anyway, one day Dad comes home from work, right, | 0:10:14 | 0:10:18 | |
and he explains that we have been chosen | 0:10:18 | 0:10:21 | |
as a suitable family to meet | 0:10:21 | 0:10:24 | |
and have tea in our own home | 0:10:24 | 0:10:27 | |
with a visiting dignitary, | 0:10:27 | 0:10:29 | |
someone the camp top nobs are very excited about, | 0:10:29 | 0:10:32 | |
someone called the Queen Mother. | 0:10:32 | 0:10:36 | |
Now, I hadn't heard these words put together like that before, so, | 0:10:36 | 0:10:38 | |
hang on a minute - not the Queen, then, but her mother. | 0:10:38 | 0:10:42 | |
But not called the Queen's mother, like it should be, | 0:10:42 | 0:10:45 | |
if we could all speak normally for a minute, please. | 0:10:45 | 0:10:47 | |
No, this was the Queen Mother, | 0:10:47 | 0:10:49 | |
the constitutionally correct but grammatically flawed... | 0:10:49 | 0:10:54 | |
..ceremonial figurehead, | 0:10:56 | 0:10:57 | |
and beloved mother of our Queen Elizabeth II. | 0:10:57 | 0:11:01 | |
Listen, I didn't really understand it at all. | 0:11:01 | 0:11:03 | |
All I knew was that someone massively queenie | 0:11:03 | 0:11:07 | |
was going to be coming into our actual house, sitting on our settee, | 0:11:07 | 0:11:11 | |
and putting her queenie lips on our actual teacups. | 0:11:11 | 0:11:14 | |
That in itself, very, very exciting. | 0:11:14 | 0:11:17 | |
What wasn't at all exciting | 0:11:17 | 0:11:19 | |
was the tornado of stressy preparation | 0:11:19 | 0:11:22 | |
the Dawn Mother went into. | 0:11:22 | 0:11:25 | |
Oh, God, everything had to be dusted, and mopped, and hoovered, | 0:11:25 | 0:11:30 | |
and antisepticked, and pegged out on the line and beaten, | 0:11:30 | 0:11:34 | |
including us kids. | 0:11:34 | 0:11:35 | |
We had new shoes, we had new outfits, and we had new haircuts. | 0:11:35 | 0:11:39 | |
The Dawn Mother had a fabulous new perm, and a twin set, | 0:11:39 | 0:11:44 | |
and the Sergeant Dawn Father, of course, | 0:11:44 | 0:11:47 | |
wore his uniform. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:49 | |
Oh, God, his uniform. I absolutely loved it. | 0:11:49 | 0:11:52 | |
Sort of bluey grey with shiny buttons down the front, | 0:11:52 | 0:11:56 | |
and a shiny belt buckle, | 0:11:56 | 0:11:57 | |
and a polished peak cap that you line your fingers up with, | 0:11:57 | 0:12:00 | |
like that, to salute. | 0:12:00 | 0:12:02 | |
To me, that cap wasn't a cap at all. | 0:12:02 | 0:12:05 | |
That was a crown, worn by the king of our family. | 0:12:05 | 0:12:09 | |
Anyway, after hours and hours | 0:12:09 | 0:12:12 | |
of agonising curtsying practice, | 0:12:12 | 0:12:15 | |
finally the big day arrived. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:18 | |
Now, we had been primed | 0:12:18 | 0:12:20 | |
to refer to her as "Your Majesty", initially, | 0:12:20 | 0:12:25 | |
and thereafter as "Ma'am, rhymes with Spam." | 0:12:25 | 0:12:28 | |
Not "Ma'am, rhymes with Sparm", | 0:12:30 | 0:12:33 | |
and certainly not "Merm..." | 0:12:33 | 0:12:36 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:12:36 | 0:12:38 | |
So anyway, there we stood on our front porch, right, | 0:12:41 | 0:12:43 | |
tarted up in our best bibs and tuckers, | 0:12:43 | 0:12:46 | |
brand-new everything, even new pants. | 0:12:46 | 0:12:50 | |
I have to say, that did alarm me. | 0:12:50 | 0:12:52 | |
Was the Queen Mother really going to be checking our pants? | 0:12:52 | 0:12:56 | |
Christ, this is going to be a thorough inspection! | 0:12:56 | 0:12:58 | |
Anyway, there I am with a rictus smile | 0:12:58 | 0:13:01 | |
awaiting the arrival of a queen, | 0:13:01 | 0:13:04 | |
when the big black car pulls up. | 0:13:04 | 0:13:06 | |
Hang on, car? Where's the solid-gold carriage? | 0:13:08 | 0:13:12 | |
And more importantly, where are the sodding unicorns? | 0:13:12 | 0:13:17 | |
Surely the correct transportation for a Queen. But no, | 0:13:17 | 0:13:20 | |
she just gets out of a car, and... | 0:13:20 | 0:13:23 | |
What fresh hell is this? | 0:13:23 | 0:13:25 | |
She's wearing a hat. | 0:13:25 | 0:13:27 | |
Where's the blooming crown? | 0:13:27 | 0:13:29 | |
Somebody call the police, cos the crown must have been nicked, | 0:13:29 | 0:13:31 | |
cos she hasn't even got a crown on! | 0:13:31 | 0:13:33 | |
I am beyond disappointed at this juncture. | 0:13:33 | 0:13:35 | |
But it's too late, because the Queen Mother | 0:13:35 | 0:13:38 | |
is barrelling up our garden path, | 0:13:38 | 0:13:40 | |
she's floating towards us on a haze of lilac froufrou. | 0:13:40 | 0:13:44 | |
Well, my brother and I followed the cue of the Sergeant Dawn Father, | 0:13:45 | 0:13:49 | |
and we commenced our well-practised bowing and curtsying. | 0:13:49 | 0:13:54 | |
And what happened next was the stuff of my nightmares for years to come, | 0:13:54 | 0:13:58 | |
because as I arose from my | 0:13:58 | 0:14:01 | |
rather well-executed curtsy, I thought, | 0:14:01 | 0:14:03 | |
the Queen Mother smiled... | 0:14:03 | 0:14:06 | |
..and she had virtually black teeth. | 0:14:10 | 0:14:13 | |
Yeah, black teeth, like a witch. | 0:14:15 | 0:14:18 | |
Because, believe me, when you're three years and nine months, | 0:14:19 | 0:14:21 | |
black teeth equals witch. | 0:14:21 | 0:14:24 | |
I couldn't believe that a Queen witch | 0:14:24 | 0:14:27 | |
is coming into our house and nobody was doing anything to stop her. | 0:14:27 | 0:14:31 | |
I was utterly dumbstruck, | 0:14:31 | 0:14:33 | |
and I refused to look at her or talk to her | 0:14:33 | 0:14:35 | |
for the entire rest of the visit. | 0:14:35 | 0:14:37 | |
It was quite simply the most terrifying half-hour of my life. | 0:14:37 | 0:14:40 | |
But guess what I found a couple of years ago | 0:14:40 | 0:14:43 | |
in the RAF archives? Have a look at this. | 0:14:43 | 0:14:46 | |
This is the actual day. | 0:14:46 | 0:14:48 | |
Here she is arriving on the airbase. | 0:14:48 | 0:14:51 | |
Now she is choosing an airman to have oiled up | 0:14:51 | 0:14:53 | |
for the return journey. | 0:14:53 | 0:14:54 | |
Now she's looking at a plane, poor love, endlessly doing that. | 0:14:55 | 0:14:59 | |
Now she's on our garden path, | 0:14:59 | 0:15:02 | |
and she's flanked by a chinless wonder, | 0:15:02 | 0:15:03 | |
of course. That is mandatory. | 0:15:03 | 0:15:05 | |
There's the paparazzi, my first dealing with them. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:07 | |
Here she comes, up the path, | 0:15:07 | 0:15:09 | |
and there is the Sergeant Dawn Father. | 0:15:09 | 0:15:12 | |
There's the Dawn Mother, and now the bowing and the curtsying, please. | 0:15:12 | 0:15:16 | |
And now, I've seen the teeth! | 0:15:17 | 0:15:20 | |
"No. No. No. | 0:15:20 | 0:15:22 | |
"No. All right. | 0:15:22 | 0:15:25 | |
"But you can't come in, you're not coming in, | 0:15:25 | 0:15:26 | |
"you're a witch, get out. | 0:15:26 | 0:15:28 | |
"Get out of our house, now!" | 0:15:28 | 0:15:31 | |
And she's in. | 0:15:31 | 0:15:32 | |
LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE | 0:15:32 | 0:15:35 | |
Needless to say, that was an amazing day. | 0:15:42 | 0:15:45 | |
Actually, of course, I had a very cheerful, blithe childhood, | 0:15:46 | 0:15:49 | |
I was blissfully unaware of any difficulties | 0:15:51 | 0:15:54 | |
or hardships that my parents might have been coping with. | 0:15:54 | 0:15:58 | |
I had no idea, for instance, they were often struggling financially. | 0:15:58 | 0:16:02 | |
You know, I really enjoyed the big, | 0:16:02 | 0:16:04 | |
hearty bowls of stew that my mum cooked. | 0:16:04 | 0:16:08 | |
I didn't realise until years later | 0:16:08 | 0:16:10 | |
that she used to grate every potato | 0:16:10 | 0:16:13 | |
and parsnip and onion and carrot | 0:16:13 | 0:16:15 | |
and dilute it all with chicken-bone stock | 0:16:15 | 0:16:18 | |
to make it all stretch further, | 0:16:18 | 0:16:20 | |
the more and more members of our family came to live with us. | 0:16:20 | 0:16:23 | |
I just thought the dumplings were getting fewer. | 0:16:23 | 0:16:26 | |
Oh, boy, did I love that stew, | 0:16:26 | 0:16:29 | |
cos it had Mum in it. | 0:16:29 | 0:16:31 | |
Mum always knew that we'd come back for second helpings, | 0:16:31 | 0:16:34 | |
so she took to dishing it up in giant serving bowls | 0:16:34 | 0:16:37 | |
to save the return journey. | 0:16:37 | 0:16:39 | |
So, little kids with giant bowls of chicken-y flavoured vegetable stew | 0:16:39 | 0:16:44 | |
on our chests, in front of the wrestling on a Saturday. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:49 | |
Do you remember the wrestling? | 0:16:49 | 0:16:50 | |
WORLD OF SPORT THEME PLAYS | 0:16:50 | 0:16:52 | |
Yeah! | 0:16:52 | 0:16:54 | |
Yeah. Mick McManus, | 0:16:54 | 0:16:56 | |
Jackie Pallo, Giant Haystacks... | 0:16:56 | 0:16:59 | |
God, we loved it in our house. | 0:16:59 | 0:17:01 | |
Used to sit on the settee and just scream at the telly, | 0:17:01 | 0:17:03 | |
"Right, kill him! | 0:17:03 | 0:17:05 | |
"Right, now, kill him". | 0:17:05 | 0:17:07 | |
Totally believed they were mercilessly beating each other up | 0:17:07 | 0:17:10 | |
every single Saturday afternoon. | 0:17:10 | 0:17:12 | |
I didn't realise that this was basically showbiz. | 0:17:12 | 0:17:16 | |
But the wrestling provided a backdrop for yet another | 0:17:16 | 0:17:19 | |
French family Saturday ritual, because in the mornings, | 0:17:19 | 0:17:24 | |
after us kids had done our chores, | 0:17:24 | 0:17:26 | |
which usually involved shovelling tonnes of | 0:17:26 | 0:17:28 | |
guinea pig, rabbit, hamster, | 0:17:28 | 0:17:31 | |
horse, dog, tortoise, parrot | 0:17:31 | 0:17:34 | |
and-whatever-else shit, | 0:17:34 | 0:17:36 | |
we went to the shop, and as a treat, | 0:17:36 | 0:17:38 | |
we were allowed to choose a quarter of whatever sweets we wanted, right? | 0:17:38 | 0:17:43 | |
We pretty much always had the same. | 0:17:43 | 0:17:45 | |
Dad had rhubarb and custard, | 0:17:45 | 0:17:47 | |
Mum had raspberry ruffles, | 0:17:47 | 0:17:48 | |
Gary had toffee bonbons, and I always had chocolate limes. | 0:17:48 | 0:17:53 | |
So, we ate the sweets in front of the wrestling | 0:17:53 | 0:17:56 | |
as a sort of hors d'oeuvre to the giant buckets of stew. | 0:17:56 | 0:18:00 | |
Dad and Gary and I would devour the whole packet of sweets in one greedy | 0:18:00 | 0:18:05 | |
sitting because it was too delicious, too tempting, | 0:18:05 | 0:18:08 | |
couldn't resist it. Mum, on the other hand, | 0:18:08 | 0:18:11 | |
would take just one of her very posh-looking raspberry ruffles, | 0:18:11 | 0:18:14 | |
she'd untwirl the lovely red foil, | 0:18:14 | 0:18:16 | |
and she would pop the chocolaty, | 0:18:16 | 0:18:18 | |
coconutty, raspberry-y delight | 0:18:18 | 0:18:21 | |
into her mouth, and... Mmm... | 0:18:21 | 0:18:24 | |
savour every last taste. | 0:18:24 | 0:18:26 | |
And then she would put her bag of sweets away, | 0:18:26 | 0:18:31 | |
ready to bring out again the next night and have one more, and so on, | 0:18:31 | 0:18:34 | |
until the end of the week. | 0:18:34 | 0:18:36 | |
I think this was a lesson in frugality | 0:18:36 | 0:18:40 | |
and self-control. | 0:18:40 | 0:18:42 | |
This is a lesson I have yet to learn. | 0:18:42 | 0:18:45 | |
One raspberry ruffle a night? | 0:18:46 | 0:18:48 | |
How? How, in the name of God, how? | 0:18:48 | 0:18:51 | |
Big respect to the Dawn Mother for that, I have to say. | 0:18:53 | 0:18:56 | |
I tell you what I loved most of all, of course, was the weekends, | 0:18:56 | 0:19:00 | |
because, privately, I would go up to my bedroom | 0:19:00 | 0:19:02 | |
with various best-friend-type girls, | 0:19:02 | 0:19:05 | |
and we would play, of course. | 0:19:05 | 0:19:07 | |
Now, I must have been about... | 0:19:07 | 0:19:08 | |
Mmm, about eight when my very bossy friend Jackie came over, | 0:19:08 | 0:19:13 | |
and we were playing in my bedroom - you know, the usual stuff, dolls, | 0:19:13 | 0:19:17 | |
pretending to be air stewardesses, | 0:19:17 | 0:19:20 | |
pretending to work in a shop kind of a thing - | 0:19:20 | 0:19:22 | |
and then she put on one of my mum's old nighties | 0:19:22 | 0:19:26 | |
from the dressing-up box, | 0:19:26 | 0:19:28 | |
and, honestly, the conversation went something like this... | 0:19:28 | 0:19:31 | |
"Right, I'm on the bed, here's a lipstick, | 0:19:31 | 0:19:35 | |
"you draw on me." | 0:19:35 | 0:19:37 | |
"Oh, all right, Jackie. Um... | 0:19:37 | 0:19:40 | |
"What do you want me to draw?" | 0:19:40 | 0:19:42 | |
"Hoops around here." | 0:19:42 | 0:19:44 | |
SHE GIGGLES | 0:19:46 | 0:19:47 | |
"OK!" | 0:19:47 | 0:19:48 | |
"Right, now round here, | 0:19:49 | 0:19:52 | |
"where the front toilet is." | 0:19:52 | 0:19:55 | |
SHE GIGGLES | 0:19:55 | 0:19:57 | |
"OK!" | 0:19:57 | 0:19:58 | |
"Right, now round here, where the back toilet is." | 0:19:58 | 0:20:01 | |
"Yeah. OK!" | 0:20:01 | 0:20:02 | |
"Right, now you can kiss me on here." | 0:20:02 | 0:20:05 | |
"Right, thank you, Jackie." | 0:20:05 | 0:20:07 | |
"No, say - 'Thank you, Doctor'." | 0:20:07 | 0:20:10 | |
"Thank you, Doctor." | 0:20:10 | 0:20:12 | |
"Right, now rub your tops." | 0:20:12 | 0:20:14 | |
"Right, good. Right, now get up on the bed here with me." | 0:20:19 | 0:20:22 | |
"Right, now, do sexing." | 0:20:22 | 0:20:24 | |
"Ooh, la-la la-la la-la-la." | 0:20:28 | 0:20:31 | |
"La-la le-la-la la-la. La-le-la. La-le-la. La-la la-la-la-la-la. | 0:20:32 | 0:20:36 | |
"La-le-la-le la. | 0:20:36 | 0:20:38 | |
"La-le la-le la-le la." | 0:20:38 | 0:20:41 | |
"Yeah, good, good. | 0:20:41 | 0:20:42 | |
"Right, now do sexing, but this time like a Chinaman." | 0:20:42 | 0:20:46 | |
"La-le-la-le-la-le-la-la." | 0:20:50 | 0:20:54 | |
"Right, good. Say thank you." | 0:20:54 | 0:20:55 | |
"Thank you." "Thank you, Doctor!" | 0:20:55 | 0:20:57 | |
"Thank you, doctor." "Right, now, get off." | 0:20:57 | 0:21:00 | |
And then she put her normal clothes back on and we returned to pretending | 0:21:00 | 0:21:03 | |
to work in a shop again, all perfectly straightforward(!) | 0:21:03 | 0:21:07 | |
It was a little bit perverted. | 0:21:07 | 0:21:09 | |
So, other than having plenty of Chinaman sex... | 0:21:10 | 0:21:14 | |
..my main three passions as a kid | 0:21:16 | 0:21:18 | |
were to become a prima ballerina, | 0:21:18 | 0:21:21 | |
a bridesmaid and a pop star. | 0:21:21 | 0:21:23 | |
And I was hell-bent on all three. | 0:21:23 | 0:21:27 | |
But honestly, how wonderful was it to have imagination, | 0:21:27 | 0:21:31 | |
without any limitation whatsoever, | 0:21:31 | 0:21:34 | |
to be utterly assured in the knowledge | 0:21:34 | 0:21:36 | |
that being a prodigiously gifted | 0:21:36 | 0:21:38 | |
prima ballerina was well within my reach. | 0:21:38 | 0:21:42 | |
That's me at the end, there. | 0:21:42 | 0:21:44 | |
I was gloriously free to believe this - for two reasons - | 0:21:46 | 0:21:50 | |
the first being simply the way that dancing made me feel. | 0:21:50 | 0:21:55 | |
Uplifted and elegant and graceful. | 0:21:55 | 0:21:58 | |
Nobody could deny me that, it was wonderful. | 0:21:58 | 0:22:02 | |
Therefore I was wonderful when I was doing it. | 0:22:02 | 0:22:06 | |
And secondly, I had absolutely no idea | 0:22:06 | 0:22:10 | |
that I didn't have the perfect body for ballet. | 0:22:10 | 0:22:13 | |
It didn't cross my mind that I might not be well-proportioned | 0:22:13 | 0:22:17 | |
or tall or lithe or dainty. | 0:22:17 | 0:22:19 | |
I thought I was all of these things, | 0:22:19 | 0:22:21 | |
and much more besides. | 0:22:21 | 0:22:23 | |
In fact, I still do think that. | 0:22:23 | 0:22:25 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:22:27 | 0:22:29 | |
Now, the need for me to be a bridesmaid | 0:22:29 | 0:22:34 | |
was, frankly, verging on psychopathic. | 0:22:34 | 0:22:38 | |
What was the big deal? | 0:22:38 | 0:22:41 | |
Was it the flowers, was it the dress? | 0:22:41 | 0:22:43 | |
No, I know exactly what it was. | 0:22:43 | 0:22:44 | |
Of course, it was the attention, wasn't it? | 0:22:44 | 0:22:47 | |
You can see that I did manage to land the job three times. | 0:22:47 | 0:22:51 | |
I am supremely fulfilled in all of these photos. | 0:22:51 | 0:22:56 | |
But...on one occasion, | 0:22:56 | 0:22:58 | |
my auntie and uncle announced that they were getting married, | 0:22:58 | 0:23:01 | |
and I went stratospheric with excitement. | 0:23:01 | 0:23:04 | |
This was surely in the bag, bridesmaid-wise, | 0:23:04 | 0:23:07 | |
because I was pretty much the only niece on our side of the family, | 0:23:07 | 0:23:10 | |
so surely it was a done deal? | 0:23:10 | 0:23:12 | |
I spent weeks doing a little tippy-toes dance of excited anticipation. | 0:23:12 | 0:23:16 | |
I had so many questions to ask my auntie | 0:23:16 | 0:23:19 | |
when I was going to see her the following week. | 0:23:19 | 0:23:21 | |
Like, you know, what was my hair going to be like? | 0:23:21 | 0:23:24 | |
Would it be up or down, would there be ringlets? | 0:23:24 | 0:23:26 | |
What colour would the dress be? | 0:23:26 | 0:23:28 | |
Oh, pray for pink. | 0:23:28 | 0:23:30 | |
Would it be long or short or midi, would it have sleeves or just straps? | 0:23:30 | 0:23:33 | |
Would there be gloves, maybe lacy gloves? | 0:23:33 | 0:23:35 | |
What would the nature of the shoe be? | 0:23:35 | 0:23:38 | |
Might this, at last, please, God, finally, | 0:23:39 | 0:23:43 | |
be my first opportunity to wear tights? | 0:23:43 | 0:23:46 | |
Tan tights? | 0:23:47 | 0:23:49 | |
American tan tights? | 0:23:49 | 0:23:52 | |
I could only dare to dream. | 0:23:52 | 0:23:54 | |
Well, the day came that Auntie Joan | 0:23:54 | 0:23:57 | |
took me for a walk around Buntingsdale Lake. | 0:23:57 | 0:24:01 | |
Oh, my holy God, this was it, | 0:24:01 | 0:24:04 | |
the moment she was going to ask me. | 0:24:04 | 0:24:06 | |
I tried to contain myself, but inside I was just screaming, | 0:24:06 | 0:24:10 | |
"Yes! Yes, Auntie Joan, I will be your devoted handmaiden, | 0:24:10 | 0:24:15 | |
"I will follow you up the aisle, | 0:24:15 | 0:24:17 | |
"holding your gossamer train aloft", | 0:24:17 | 0:24:19 | |
and all the while she's been blethering on, | 0:24:19 | 0:24:21 | |
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah", | 0:24:21 | 0:24:23 | |
but I am in my own private, preparing-to-be-a-bridesmaid heaven. | 0:24:23 | 0:24:27 | |
Yes! | 0:24:27 | 0:24:29 | |
But now I do need to concentrate, | 0:24:29 | 0:24:30 | |
because she seems to have a serious face on. | 0:24:30 | 0:24:32 | |
Right, what is she saying? | 0:24:32 | 0:24:34 | |
Something about too many nieces, | 0:24:34 | 0:24:36 | |
odd numbers, not to be too upset... | 0:24:36 | 0:24:39 | |
What, what, what, WHAT? | 0:24:39 | 0:24:41 | |
What is she telling me? | 0:24:41 | 0:24:43 | |
Oh, my actual God! | 0:24:43 | 0:24:45 | |
Auntie Joan is telling me | 0:24:45 | 0:24:47 | |
that I'm not going to be a bridesmaid! | 0:24:47 | 0:24:50 | |
Me no bridesmaid. | 0:24:50 | 0:24:52 | |
Not can bridesmaid be. | 0:24:52 | 0:24:54 | |
I was absolutely devastated. | 0:24:55 | 0:24:59 | |
But I was buggered if I was going to let her know, so, anyway, | 0:24:59 | 0:25:02 | |
we walked home, and after they'd gone, | 0:25:02 | 0:25:05 | |
I told my mum what had happened, | 0:25:05 | 0:25:08 | |
just pretending that I don't mind at all. "Just leave it, Mum. | 0:25:08 | 0:25:11 | |
"Don't make a fuss about it, it doesn't matter, | 0:25:11 | 0:25:12 | |
"because I didn't even really want to be a bridesmaid! | 0:25:12 | 0:25:15 | |
"It doesn't matter." | 0:25:15 | 0:25:18 | |
Of course, my mum knew me much better than that. | 0:25:18 | 0:25:20 | |
She knew that I was the kind of little girl | 0:25:20 | 0:25:22 | |
who wanted bridesmaid blood. | 0:25:22 | 0:25:25 | |
Well, we drove to Manchester to buy a new outfit | 0:25:26 | 0:25:29 | |
for me for the wedding. | 0:25:29 | 0:25:32 | |
We didn't discuss it, but we both knew | 0:25:32 | 0:25:34 | |
that a lot rested on this outfit, | 0:25:34 | 0:25:37 | |
because it needed to upstage | 0:25:37 | 0:25:39 | |
those fecking chosen ones... | 0:25:39 | 0:25:43 | |
the bridesmaids. | 0:25:43 | 0:25:45 | |
Well, like all revenge buys, | 0:25:47 | 0:25:50 | |
it was pretty grim. | 0:25:50 | 0:25:52 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:25:53 | 0:25:56 | |
Yeah. | 0:26:04 | 0:26:06 | |
As you can see... | 0:26:08 | 0:26:10 | |
job done... | 0:26:10 | 0:26:12 | |
..because the focus was lifted entirely away | 0:26:13 | 0:26:15 | |
from the appointed bridesmaids | 0:26:15 | 0:26:17 | |
to me, the dwarfish, fuchsia jockey child. | 0:26:17 | 0:26:20 | |
All eyes on me! | 0:26:23 | 0:26:25 | |
Mission accomplished. Lovely. | 0:26:25 | 0:26:28 | |
Incidentally, very proud to tell you that I'm still at it, | 0:26:28 | 0:26:31 | |
bridesmaid-wise, because a couple of years ago for Comic Relief, right, | 0:26:31 | 0:26:36 | |
Miranda Hart had to arrange a couple's wedding, | 0:26:36 | 0:26:39 | |
their real wedding, in a day. | 0:26:39 | 0:26:41 | |
Well, guess who vigorously volunteered to be the bridesmaids? | 0:26:41 | 0:26:46 | |
Yes! Get in! | 0:26:46 | 0:26:49 | |
SHE LAUGHS | 0:26:49 | 0:26:51 | |
MUSIC: A Whiter Shade Of Pale by Procol Harum | 0:26:51 | 0:26:53 | |
My third ambition was to be a pop star. | 0:26:53 | 0:26:55 | |
There I am, giving it a really good go. | 0:26:55 | 0:26:58 | |
I would choose one of my favourite songs, I'd whack up the volume, | 0:26:58 | 0:27:02 | |
and I'd just be that singer. | 0:27:02 | 0:27:05 | |
I was about ten when I first heard this song, | 0:27:05 | 0:27:07 | |
absolutely loved it. | 0:27:07 | 0:27:09 | |
I was convinced it was about a gymnastics team | 0:27:09 | 0:27:13 | |
on a boozy cross-Channel ferry, | 0:27:13 | 0:27:15 | |
who see a ghost. | 0:27:15 | 0:27:19 | |
SHE MIMES: # We skipped the light fandango | 0:27:19 | 0:27:24 | |
# Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor | 0:27:26 | 0:27:30 | |
# I was feeling kind of seasick | 0:27:32 | 0:27:36 | |
# The crowd called out for more... # | 0:27:39 | 0:27:43 | |
MOUTHS: More! More! More! | 0:27:43 | 0:27:46 | |
SHE MIMES: # The room was humming harder...# | 0:27:46 | 0:27:48 | |
MOUTHS: What does that mean? | 0:27:48 | 0:27:50 | |
# As the ceiling flew away | 0:27:51 | 0:27:54 | |
# When we called out for another drink | 0:27:57 | 0:28:02 | |
# The waiter brought a tray | 0:28:05 | 0:28:08 | |
# And so it w-a-a-s | 0:28:08 | 0:28:12 | |
# A little later | 0:28:12 | 0:28:15 | |
# As the miller told his tale | 0:28:17 | 0:28:20 | |
# That her face at first just ghostly | 0:28:24 | 0:28:28 | |
# Turned a whiter shade of pale... # | 0:28:28 | 0:28:34 | |
SHE MIMES | 0:28:35 | 0:28:38 | |
Ahh! Ahh! | 0:28:42 | 0:28:45 | |
Between the ages of six and ten, | 0:28:47 | 0:28:50 | |
Dad was stationed at various camps in Cyprus. | 0:28:50 | 0:28:55 | |
Well, for us kids, Cyprus | 0:28:55 | 0:28:57 | |
was one long, hot, lazy, | 0:28:57 | 0:29:00 | |
cicada-rattling summer's day, | 0:29:00 | 0:29:03 | |
interrupted by only one irritant... | 0:29:03 | 0:29:06 | |
school. | 0:29:06 | 0:29:07 | |
School was on the camp, and only in the mornings, | 0:29:07 | 0:29:10 | |
because it was too baking hot to be in the classrooms after that. | 0:29:10 | 0:29:14 | |
Mum and Dad would both be at work all-day long | 0:29:14 | 0:29:17 | |
and, mad and irresponsible | 0:29:17 | 0:29:20 | |
as it now seems on reflection, | 0:29:20 | 0:29:22 | |
us kids would be taken, as a group of us, | 0:29:22 | 0:29:26 | |
to the beach, every single day at lunchtime, | 0:29:26 | 0:29:30 | |
and left there till the early evening. | 0:29:30 | 0:29:33 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:29:33 | 0:29:35 | |
No sun cream, just us in our swimmers, | 0:29:39 | 0:29:42 | |
with a couple of coins each to buy a Fanta. | 0:29:42 | 0:29:45 | |
So, we spent five hours | 0:29:45 | 0:29:49 | |
every afternoon floating in the glittering, | 0:29:49 | 0:29:53 | |
unbelievably blue Mediterranean Sea. | 0:29:53 | 0:29:57 | |
We'd put on our snorkels, | 0:29:57 | 0:30:00 | |
and we'd pretend to be dead. | 0:30:00 | 0:30:03 | |
SHE BREATHES AS IF SNORKELLING | 0:30:06 | 0:30:09 | |
The game was not to move a muscle. | 0:30:12 | 0:30:14 | |
First to move loses. | 0:30:14 | 0:30:17 | |
It was a good thing we didn't actually die, | 0:30:18 | 0:30:21 | |
because we pretended to be dead so much, nobody would have noticed. | 0:30:21 | 0:30:24 | |
I can vividly remember the sound of my deep breathing into the plastic tube, | 0:30:27 | 0:30:32 | |
and trying not to drown in the dribble that collected there. | 0:30:32 | 0:30:35 | |
It was quite hard not to move | 0:30:40 | 0:30:42 | |
when bursting from the kid next to you | 0:30:42 | 0:30:44 | |
came a yellow, hazy cloud... | 0:30:44 | 0:30:47 | |
..of hot wee. | 0:30:49 | 0:30:51 | |
SHE GROANS | 0:30:52 | 0:30:54 | |
But even better than all those thousands of hours spent in the sea | 0:30:59 | 0:31:03 | |
with those other kids during the week were the fewer hours | 0:31:03 | 0:31:06 | |
spent in the sea at the weekends with Mum and Dad. | 0:31:06 | 0:31:09 | |
First of all, there was the Lilo. | 0:31:09 | 0:31:12 | |
We'd all sit on it in a row and try and push each other off, | 0:31:12 | 0:31:15 | |
and I have had very little triumph in my life | 0:31:15 | 0:31:18 | |
that matches the victory of | 0:31:18 | 0:31:20 | |
having the Lilo all to yourself. | 0:31:20 | 0:31:23 | |
Yeah, power. | 0:31:23 | 0:31:26 | |
Dad would always stay in the water much longer than Mum, | 0:31:26 | 0:31:28 | |
but best, best, best, best, best, best of all | 0:31:28 | 0:31:32 | |
is when Dad pretends to be my own personal dolphin, | 0:31:32 | 0:31:37 | |
whilst I hang around his neck and he speeds through the water, | 0:31:37 | 0:31:40 | |
faster than any human surely can. | 0:31:40 | 0:31:43 | |
How strong and broad and brown are his shoulders? | 0:31:43 | 0:31:47 | |
And how beautiful does the water feel splashing on my face? | 0:31:47 | 0:31:50 | |
And how safe do I feel when he tosses me in the air | 0:31:50 | 0:31:53 | |
and I splosh into the water nearby, | 0:31:53 | 0:31:56 | |
only to be scooped up by my dolphin dad, | 0:31:56 | 0:31:59 | |
who is by now even making | 0:31:59 | 0:32:01 | |
the required dolphin noises?! | 0:32:01 | 0:32:04 | |
How much do I never want it to end? | 0:32:04 | 0:32:07 | |
But it must, because I have important work to do | 0:32:07 | 0:32:11 | |
back at the house. | 0:32:11 | 0:32:12 | |
Now, then. There are two very important jobs | 0:32:12 | 0:32:16 | |
that require my six-year-old attention in Cyprus. | 0:32:16 | 0:32:20 | |
The first job is roller-skating. | 0:32:20 | 0:32:23 | |
Now, this must be done, because I have been given a pair of metal, | 0:32:23 | 0:32:28 | |
strap-on roller skates for Christmas, | 0:32:28 | 0:32:30 | |
so it's vital I thunder up and down the pavement outside our house | 0:32:30 | 0:32:35 | |
relentlessly till bedtime. | 0:32:35 | 0:32:38 | |
Up... | 0:32:38 | 0:32:39 | |
ROLLER SKATES CLANG | 0:32:39 | 0:32:41 | |
..and down... | 0:32:43 | 0:32:44 | |
ROLLER SKATES CLANG | 0:32:44 | 0:32:46 | |
..and up... | 0:32:48 | 0:32:49 | |
ROLLER SKATES CLANG | 0:32:49 | 0:32:51 | |
..and down. | 0:32:53 | 0:32:54 | |
ROLLER SKATES CLANG | 0:32:54 | 0:32:56 | |
Never getting any better at it at all. | 0:32:56 | 0:32:59 | |
But feeling like I'm covering acres of ground | 0:32:59 | 0:33:02 | |
and, therefore, somehow seriously conquering it all. | 0:33:02 | 0:33:06 | |
The other job that required my attention | 0:33:06 | 0:33:08 | |
was the fence around the house. | 0:33:08 | 0:33:10 | |
Now, I have painted a horse's head on the post, | 0:33:10 | 0:33:14 | |
and Dad has attached a shoelace for reins, | 0:33:14 | 0:33:17 | |
so it's vital that I sit astride this fence | 0:33:17 | 0:33:21 | |
and cover miles and miles | 0:33:21 | 0:33:24 | |
with my determined galloping. | 0:33:24 | 0:33:27 | |
Galloping! Galloping, galloping galloping, and jump! | 0:33:27 | 0:33:31 | |
And galloping, galloping, | 0:33:31 | 0:33:34 | |
galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping! | 0:33:34 | 0:33:36 | |
Now, listen, | 0:33:36 | 0:33:38 | |
we all know what was going on with the jiggling on that fence. | 0:33:38 | 0:33:40 | |
You know, I didn't entirely understand it. | 0:33:43 | 0:33:47 | |
All I knew was that it was BLOODY AMAZING! | 0:33:47 | 0:33:51 | |
SHE LAUGHS | 0:33:51 | 0:33:54 | |
Can't quite believe I've told you that. | 0:33:54 | 0:33:56 | |
Anyway... | 0:33:56 | 0:33:57 | |
One other tinging clear memory that I have of Cyprus | 0:33:59 | 0:34:04 | |
was what I later came to realise | 0:34:04 | 0:34:06 | |
was actually the assassination of JFK. | 0:34:06 | 0:34:09 | |
Because all I can remember is that the adults were in shock | 0:34:09 | 0:34:13 | |
and they were crying, and they wanted tea with sugar in, and biscuits. | 0:34:13 | 0:34:17 | |
Well, I wanted tea with sugar in, and I certainly wanted biscuits, | 0:34:17 | 0:34:21 | |
and all I knew was that the way to get that was to cry | 0:34:21 | 0:34:25 | |
and blub out, "Ohhhh... | 0:34:25 | 0:34:28 | |
"Ooh, Kennedy's dead. | 0:34:28 | 0:34:30 | |
"Ohhh, I can't believe it. | 0:34:30 | 0:34:33 | |
"Oh, Kennedy is dead!" | 0:34:33 | 0:34:36 | |
I'd absolutely no idea who Kennedy was... | 0:34:36 | 0:34:39 | |
..but saying that got me LOADS of biscuits. | 0:34:40 | 0:34:43 | |
So, thanks, Kennedy, whoever you are. | 0:34:43 | 0:34:46 | |
I was forever following my brother around | 0:34:47 | 0:34:50 | |
because I so wanted to be in his gang, | 0:34:50 | 0:34:53 | |
and he SO wasn't going to let me. | 0:34:53 | 0:34:55 | |
However, traipsing around after him | 0:34:55 | 0:34:57 | |
gave me a very good opportunity | 0:34:57 | 0:35:00 | |
to observe him with his mates. | 0:35:00 | 0:35:02 | |
In other words, to look at boys. | 0:35:02 | 0:35:05 | |
KLAXON SOUNDS | 0:35:05 | 0:35:07 | |
Yes. Boys. | 0:35:07 | 0:35:09 | |
What do they consist of? | 0:35:09 | 0:35:11 | |
Is it really slugs and snails and puppy dogs' tails? | 0:35:11 | 0:35:15 | |
Or is it more like snot and farts | 0:35:15 | 0:35:17 | |
and smelling their arsey fingers that they'd just scratched their bums with? | 0:35:17 | 0:35:21 | |
Yeah, yeah, it's the latter, yeah. | 0:35:22 | 0:35:25 | |
I mean, if we're honest, boys are revolting and horrid | 0:35:25 | 0:35:28 | |
and really we should just hurl huge concrete blocks at them. | 0:35:28 | 0:35:31 | |
And yet I found them endlessly fascinating. | 0:35:31 | 0:35:35 | |
Let me tell you the highlight of my week when I was a young teenager | 0:35:35 | 0:35:39 | |
at boarding school in Plymouth, right. | 0:35:39 | 0:35:41 | |
Now, I only used to board during the weeks. | 0:35:41 | 0:35:43 | |
So, the weekends of freedom became incredibly precious. | 0:35:43 | 0:35:47 | |
The preparation started in the middle of double French | 0:35:47 | 0:35:51 | |
at the end of a Friday afternoon. | 0:35:51 | 0:35:53 | |
Along with a couple of my mates, | 0:35:53 | 0:35:54 | |
I became consummately skilled | 0:35:54 | 0:35:57 | |
at secretly getting ready to leave school | 0:35:57 | 0:36:00 | |
at 4:15 on the dot. | 0:36:00 | 0:36:03 | |
Now, Mrs Whitfield was a vigilant and somewhat feared | 0:36:03 | 0:36:07 | |
French teacher, but even in front of her I still managed, | 0:36:07 | 0:36:12 | |
behind my desktop, to apply... | 0:36:12 | 0:36:15 | |
forbidden foundation, lipstick, mascara... | 0:36:15 | 0:36:19 | |
"Oui, Madame. Oui, oui, oui, oui." | 0:36:21 | 0:36:23 | |
Aqua Manda perfume, deodorant... | 0:36:25 | 0:36:27 | |
"Bon, Madame, bon! | 0:36:29 | 0:36:31 | |
"Bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon." | 0:36:31 | 0:36:34 | |
Even managed to roll up my skirt till it was a mini, | 0:36:35 | 0:36:39 | |
take off my socks, | 0:36:39 | 0:36:40 | |
put on my American Tan tights, | 0:36:40 | 0:36:43 | |
take out my plaits, brush my hair... | 0:36:43 | 0:36:45 | |
"Ouvre la fenetre." | 0:36:47 | 0:36:49 | |
..all in readiness to bolt out of the door | 0:36:51 | 0:36:54 | |
the minute that end-of-school bell rang. | 0:36:54 | 0:36:56 | |
Within two seconds of that final clang I would be | 0:36:56 | 0:36:59 | |
trawling up the road dragging my end-of-the-week suitcase behind me. | 0:36:59 | 0:37:03 | |
As I approached the target, | 0:37:03 | 0:37:05 | |
I'd be virtually exploding with excitement. | 0:37:05 | 0:37:08 | |
The target was Goodbody's Caff, | 0:37:08 | 0:37:11 | |
and the reason to go there was that it contained boys. | 0:37:11 | 0:37:14 | |
KLAXON SOUNDS | 0:37:14 | 0:37:16 | |
Lots of them. | 0:37:16 | 0:37:18 | |
So, outside, my mates and I would have our final tweaks, | 0:37:18 | 0:37:21 | |
you know, hair, cheeks, | 0:37:21 | 0:37:23 | |
nipples, woo! Right, OK, OK. | 0:37:23 | 0:37:25 | |
Take a deep breath. And enter. | 0:37:25 | 0:37:28 | |
There they were. | 0:37:33 | 0:37:34 | |
The pantheon of prize Plymouth College sixth-form boys, | 0:37:34 | 0:37:38 | |
all sitting at one table, huddled round hot chocolates. | 0:37:38 | 0:37:42 | |
We would nonchalantly breeze past their table, | 0:37:42 | 0:37:45 | |
absolutely ignoring them, | 0:37:45 | 0:37:47 | |
and go and sit ourselves down at the furthest table in the corner | 0:37:47 | 0:37:50 | |
and nurse two Cokes between six of us. | 0:37:50 | 0:37:52 | |
Oh, boy, did we ignore them. | 0:37:54 | 0:37:58 | |
It was delicious to turn our backs on them, relentlessly reject them. | 0:37:58 | 0:38:02 | |
Our plan seemed to work because they ignored us, too. | 0:38:02 | 0:38:05 | |
Which of course we took to mean that they were gagging for it. | 0:38:06 | 0:38:10 | |
Neither table made any eye contact and nobody said a single word. | 0:38:11 | 0:38:15 | |
This sort of noncommunication could go on for three hours, | 0:38:15 | 0:38:19 | |
until eventually one group, usually us, would be asked to leave, | 0:38:19 | 0:38:23 | |
and so we would just slope off without so much as a glance | 0:38:23 | 0:38:26 | |
or a grunt at them, until we were outside. | 0:38:26 | 0:38:30 | |
"Oh, my God! | 0:38:30 | 0:38:31 | |
"Oh, my God, I love him so much! | 0:38:31 | 0:38:35 | |
"Oh, my God. Did yours ignore you?" "Yeah, mine ignored me, too." | 0:38:35 | 0:38:38 | |
"I love him so much. | 0:38:38 | 0:38:40 | |
"I'm going to have his name engraved on an ID bracelet." | 0:38:40 | 0:38:42 | |
"Yeah, what is his name, actually?" "I don't know. I don't know." | 0:38:42 | 0:38:45 | |
"I'm just going to marry him, that's all I know, because I love him so much! | 0:38:45 | 0:38:49 | |
"Oh, oh, I hope I'm not pregnant. Oooh! | 0:38:49 | 0:38:53 | |
"Right, let's meet here next Friday, do it all again, what a blast." | 0:38:53 | 0:38:57 | |
It's bloody mad! | 0:38:57 | 0:38:59 | |
I did of course have equal crush energy on grown-ups as well. | 0:38:59 | 0:39:03 | |
Mostly on unattainably starry people, | 0:39:03 | 0:39:06 | |
like David Cassidy. | 0:39:06 | 0:39:08 | |
And of course on Steve McQueen. | 0:39:10 | 0:39:13 | |
And on The Monkees.. | 0:39:13 | 0:39:15 | |
..especially Peter Tork, | 0:39:16 | 0:39:18 | |
who was the best, no argument, and if you don't agree, | 0:39:18 | 0:39:21 | |
you can shut up and you're stupid and you smell. | 0:39:21 | 0:39:24 | |
I actually mean that. | 0:39:24 | 0:39:26 | |
I did also have all-consuming crushes on other, | 0:39:26 | 0:39:31 | |
rather more interesting people, | 0:39:31 | 0:39:33 | |
like Nana Mouskouri. | 0:39:33 | 0:39:36 | |
Yum. And on Val Doonican. | 0:39:37 | 0:39:40 | |
Yum yum. | 0:39:42 | 0:39:44 | |
And on Alexandra Bastedo. | 0:39:44 | 0:39:47 | |
Do you remember her from The Champions? Absolutely gorgeous. | 0:39:47 | 0:39:50 | |
But of course my biggest crush of all | 0:39:50 | 0:39:53 | |
was on the divine, | 0:39:53 | 0:39:55 | |
incomparable... | 0:39:55 | 0:39:56 | |
Eric Morecambe. | 0:39:56 | 0:39:58 | |
Oh, my goodness, yes. | 0:39:59 | 0:40:02 | |
My love for Eric will never know an edge or an end, truly. | 0:40:02 | 0:40:06 | |
He is my yardstick by which all other funny boys | 0:40:06 | 0:40:10 | |
trip and fall before they even get out of the starting blocks, | 0:40:10 | 0:40:13 | |
in comparison. | 0:40:13 | 0:40:14 | |
You know how magnets beckon metal? | 0:40:14 | 0:40:17 | |
Well, that is how I was drawn to Eric Morecambe. | 0:40:17 | 0:40:21 | |
Sadly, I didn't ever get to meet him. | 0:40:21 | 0:40:23 | |
Mind you, it was probably for the best, he'd have had to take a restraining order out on me. | 0:40:23 | 0:40:27 | |
But to this day, I still love him, | 0:40:27 | 0:40:30 | |
so God bless you, Eric Morecambe. | 0:40:30 | 0:40:33 | |
So, for me, my passage through young adulthood | 0:40:33 | 0:40:36 | |
wasn't too difficult, in the main. | 0:40:36 | 0:40:38 | |
I was in constant negotiation with my courage, | 0:40:38 | 0:40:41 | |
and with my confidence, | 0:40:41 | 0:40:43 | |
but something I knew for sure was that in the choppier waters, | 0:40:43 | 0:40:47 | |
my ballast most certainly was my family. | 0:40:47 | 0:40:51 | |
The four of us had our own secret codes. | 0:40:51 | 0:40:54 | |
We had our own jokes, we had our own personal shared stuff. | 0:40:54 | 0:40:58 | |
The Fellowship of the Frenchies. | 0:40:58 | 0:41:00 | |
Dad, Mum, Gary, Dawn. | 0:41:00 | 0:41:03 | |
Four dots joined together, our family. | 0:41:03 | 0:41:06 | |
Four corners of a square. | 0:41:06 | 0:41:08 | |
So now, growing up. OK. | 0:41:08 | 0:41:11 | |
How do you actually be a woman? | 0:41:11 | 0:41:15 | |
Well, as far as I know, | 0:41:15 | 0:41:17 | |
I am one physically. | 0:41:17 | 0:41:19 | |
I mean, I seem to have the correct number of bumps and holes... | 0:41:19 | 0:41:22 | |
..and nearly all of them are in the right place. | 0:41:25 | 0:41:28 | |
I mean, I feel sure that a doctor or a lover would have told me | 0:41:29 | 0:41:32 | |
if anything was proper wrong, wouldn't they? | 0:41:32 | 0:41:34 | |
Do you know, I've been thinking a lot about this, recently. | 0:41:34 | 0:41:37 | |
Just goes to show how long the journey is, up from Cornwall. | 0:41:37 | 0:41:40 | |
I've been wondering, right, | 0:41:40 | 0:41:42 | |
how many holes does a woman actually have? | 0:41:42 | 0:41:46 | |
I mean, excluding eyeballs and skin pores, that would be silly | 0:41:46 | 0:41:49 | |
to include those. I've done a tally, right. | 0:41:49 | 0:41:51 | |
I think it's eight... | 0:41:51 | 0:41:54 | |
but there are people who do say seven. | 0:41:54 | 0:41:56 | |
So look, have a little think about it, you know, | 0:41:56 | 0:42:00 | |
discuss it with your gynaecologist. | 0:42:00 | 0:42:02 | |
Draw your own conclusion. | 0:42:02 | 0:42:03 | |
Don't get back to me on it, | 0:42:03 | 0:42:05 | |
because I've decided that it's part of a woman's mystery, isn't it? | 0:42:05 | 0:42:09 | |
Like, you know, I am many, many, | 0:42:09 | 0:42:12 | |
many, many holes. | 0:42:12 | 0:42:13 | |
Yes, I am a colander. | 0:42:15 | 0:42:17 | |
I am a golf course. | 0:42:19 | 0:42:22 | |
I am Emmental cheese. | 0:42:22 | 0:42:24 | |
Sorry, I digress. Right, where was I? Yes, yes, that's right. | 0:42:24 | 0:42:28 | |
I was about 13 or 14, right, | 0:42:28 | 0:42:31 | |
and I was treading water in a deep well | 0:42:31 | 0:42:33 | |
of dangerously low self-esteem. | 0:42:33 | 0:42:36 | |
For instance, in all of these pictures, | 0:42:36 | 0:42:39 | |
I am firmly believing that I'm a hideous monster | 0:42:39 | 0:42:43 | |
that no-one will ever want to kiss. | 0:42:43 | 0:42:45 | |
And then something very key happened. | 0:42:45 | 0:42:49 | |
I was going to a party on a Saturday night, | 0:42:49 | 0:42:51 | |
and I was very excited and a little bit nervous about this party | 0:42:51 | 0:42:54 | |
because a boy that I adored, | 0:42:54 | 0:42:57 | |
a farmer's son called Neil, was going to be there. | 0:42:57 | 0:43:00 | |
Now, I found Neil especially attractive | 0:43:00 | 0:43:03 | |
because he spoke so openly | 0:43:03 | 0:43:06 | |
about mating. | 0:43:06 | 0:43:08 | |
I thought that was thrilling. | 0:43:10 | 0:43:12 | |
Anyway, he'd been studiously ignoring me for weeks, right, | 0:43:12 | 0:43:16 | |
and I was determined to get his attention. | 0:43:16 | 0:43:18 | |
So, I decided to employ my secret weapon... | 0:43:18 | 0:43:21 | |
hot pants. | 0:43:21 | 0:43:23 | |
-Do you remember hot pants? CROWD: -Yeah. | 0:43:23 | 0:43:25 | |
Yeah. What in God's name persuaded us to believe this was a good idea? | 0:43:25 | 0:43:29 | |
Cos they only suited one person in the whole world, didn't they? | 0:43:29 | 0:43:32 | |
And that was Twiggy. | 0:43:32 | 0:43:34 | |
And I was so not Twiggy. | 0:43:34 | 0:43:38 | |
But nevertheless, off I trolled to Trago Mills. | 0:43:38 | 0:43:41 | |
Do you know Trago Mills?! | 0:43:41 | 0:43:44 | |
-CROWD MEMBERS: -Yes. -Oh, I'm so sorry that you do. | 0:43:44 | 0:43:46 | |
I'm so sorry. | 0:43:46 | 0:43:48 | |
There is a support group that meets every Tuesday, if you need help. | 0:43:48 | 0:43:52 | |
SHE LAUGHS | 0:43:52 | 0:43:53 | |
For those of you who don't know Trago Mills, | 0:43:53 | 0:43:56 | |
it's a huge, weird jumble of a discount store | 0:43:56 | 0:43:59 | |
and there's lots of them dotted around the West Country. | 0:43:59 | 0:44:02 | |
And the one near me was in Bodmin, right, | 0:44:02 | 0:44:05 | |
and that is where I had spied | 0:44:05 | 0:44:07 | |
a pair of purple suede hot pants, | 0:44:07 | 0:44:10 | |
the only ones they had in a large. | 0:44:10 | 0:44:14 | |
Now, if I'm absolutely honest, they didn't actually do up. | 0:44:14 | 0:44:18 | |
But I loved them so much that I wanted them anyway, right, | 0:44:18 | 0:44:21 | |
they had to be mine. So, get the picture. | 0:44:21 | 0:44:24 | |
Brown suede wedge espadrilles, | 0:44:24 | 0:44:27 | |
American Tan tights, | 0:44:27 | 0:44:29 | |
far-too-tight not-doing-up purple suede hot pants, | 0:44:29 | 0:44:32 | |
so thighs are bulging out, tummy's bulging out over the top, | 0:44:32 | 0:44:35 | |
I can't breathe at all. | 0:44:35 | 0:44:37 | |
I've got a cheesecloth smock on, | 0:44:37 | 0:44:39 | |
I'm a mess of beads and bangles, | 0:44:39 | 0:44:41 | |
big round black sunglasses | 0:44:41 | 0:44:44 | |
and long, straight hair parted in the middle, | 0:44:44 | 0:44:46 | |
like Ali McGraw in Love Story. | 0:44:46 | 0:44:50 | |
I'm feeling a little bit shit, | 0:44:50 | 0:44:52 | |
because not only can I not breathe, | 0:44:52 | 0:44:53 | |
but I also can't walk. | 0:44:53 | 0:44:56 | |
But I'm tottering hurriedly towards the front door at home, | 0:44:56 | 0:44:59 | |
trying to avoid parents at all costs, | 0:44:59 | 0:45:02 | |
when Dad suddenly pops his head around the door. | 0:45:02 | 0:45:05 | |
"Ah, Pudding. Can you just bob in here a minute, please?" | 0:45:05 | 0:45:08 | |
"No, Dad, I'm going to a party." | 0:45:08 | 0:45:11 | |
"In HERE, madam." | 0:45:11 | 0:45:12 | |
"Oh, GOD! | 0:45:13 | 0:45:15 | |
"What is it?" | 0:45:16 | 0:45:17 | |
This was bound to be a telling off or a curfew or something. | 0:45:17 | 0:45:21 | |
"Right, well. | 0:45:21 | 0:45:23 | |
"Nice lederhosen." | 0:45:23 | 0:45:25 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:45:25 | 0:45:27 | |
"They're not lederhosen! | 0:45:28 | 0:45:30 | |
"Hot pants! | 0:45:30 | 0:45:31 | |
"God!" | 0:45:32 | 0:45:34 | |
"Well, whatever they are, you look a right bobby-dazzler in them, | 0:45:34 | 0:45:37 | |
"don't you?" "Dad, honestly, I'm going to be late..." | 0:45:37 | 0:45:39 | |
"Now, shush, Moo, listen. | 0:45:39 | 0:45:41 | |
"How much do you think Mum and I love you?" | 0:45:41 | 0:45:44 | |
"Oh, God... I don't know, a lot or something." | 0:45:44 | 0:45:46 | |
"More than that, Dawn, much more. | 0:45:47 | 0:45:50 | |
"When you were born, we realised that having a dear little baby girl, | 0:45:50 | 0:45:54 | |
"having you, completed our little family. | 0:45:54 | 0:45:57 | |
"The four of us, together, for ever. | 0:45:57 | 0:46:00 | |
"Never forget how lovely you are, Moo. | 0:46:00 | 0:46:01 | |
"You are a rare thing, you're a natural beauty. | 0:46:01 | 0:46:05 | |
"You're a corker. How lucky would any boy be to have YOU on his arm? | 0:46:05 | 0:46:09 | |
"Don't you dare ever be grateful for any boy's attentions. | 0:46:09 | 0:46:13 | |
"Because YOU are the prize, my love. | 0:46:13 | 0:46:15 | |
"Be choosy. Take your time. | 0:46:15 | 0:46:17 | |
"You decide how, when and where, not them. | 0:46:17 | 0:46:20 | |
"They'll wait. Know this, Pudding. | 0:46:20 | 0:46:22 | |
"When you are out of this house, it's up to you to protect yourself, | 0:46:22 | 0:46:25 | |
"your reputation and your dignity. | 0:46:25 | 0:46:28 | |
"Now, we love you, and we need you. | 0:46:28 | 0:46:30 | |
"Off you go." | 0:46:30 | 0:46:31 | |
So I went to that party feeling ten-foot tall and fabulous in | 0:46:31 | 0:46:36 | |
my hot pants. And Neil even came up to talk to me. | 0:46:36 | 0:46:40 | |
But I wasn't having any of it. | 0:46:40 | 0:46:42 | |
Because he was a mere mortal, | 0:46:42 | 0:46:44 | |
and according to my dad, I deserved a God. | 0:46:44 | 0:46:47 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:46:47 | 0:46:49 | |
You see, it was very clever, what my dad did that night. | 0:46:49 | 0:46:52 | |
Because just when I was seriously doubting myself, he gave me armour. | 0:46:52 | 0:46:58 | |
And actually, I've been wearing it ever since. | 0:46:58 | 0:47:02 | |
But you see, it took consideration to do what he did. | 0:47:02 | 0:47:05 | |
And impeccable timing. | 0:47:05 | 0:47:07 | |
I'm a massive fan of good dads, actually. | 0:47:07 | 0:47:11 | |
Yeah, that is something I wanted to mention tonight. | 0:47:11 | 0:47:13 | |
Something I feel certain of, | 0:47:13 | 0:47:16 | |
and something I wanted to say to any dads who might be in the audience. | 0:47:16 | 0:47:20 | |
Be in no doubt that your daughters, | 0:47:20 | 0:47:22 | |
your darling daughters, | 0:47:22 | 0:47:24 | |
will measure every significant male | 0:47:24 | 0:47:28 | |
in their lives by you. | 0:47:28 | 0:47:30 | |
So you'd better be a tip-top enough example of a proper man. | 0:47:30 | 0:47:34 | |
Be someone to aspire to be like. | 0:47:34 | 0:47:36 | |
Be decent and kind and cheerful and understanding and generous and funny | 0:47:36 | 0:47:42 | |
and selfless. | 0:47:42 | 0:47:44 | |
No pressure! | 0:47:44 | 0:47:45 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:47:45 | 0:47:47 | |
So, confidence. | 0:47:47 | 0:47:48 | |
That's really what it was all about. | 0:47:48 | 0:47:50 | |
And I'm aware that that can be a little bit tricky, | 0:47:50 | 0:47:52 | |
because we can all feel a little bit shit sometimes, can't we? | 0:47:52 | 0:47:56 | |
And I'm absolutely convinced that for a lot of women, | 0:47:56 | 0:47:58 | |
those shitty feelings are often | 0:47:58 | 0:48:01 | |
triggered by issues to do with our body shame. | 0:48:01 | 0:48:04 | |
Grr! | 0:48:04 | 0:48:06 | |
What a shame. | 0:48:06 | 0:48:07 | |
Actually, let's have a little think about that. | 0:48:07 | 0:48:10 | |
The body. OK. | 0:48:10 | 0:48:13 | |
Well, basically, this is sort of it, | 0:48:13 | 0:48:15 | |
isn't it, for most of us. | 0:48:15 | 0:48:17 | |
So why don't I run you through my shortcomings as I see them? | 0:48:17 | 0:48:22 | |
Right? Starting with - head. | 0:48:22 | 0:48:25 | |
Yeah, relatively happy with all of this, | 0:48:25 | 0:48:28 | |
I inherited most of this from my parents. My hair's quite thick, | 0:48:28 | 0:48:32 | |
that keeps my head warm, that's good. | 0:48:32 | 0:48:34 | |
I've got ears, eyes, nose, mouth, they all seem to work. | 0:48:34 | 0:48:38 | |
Five of the aforementioned holes, by the way. | 0:48:38 | 0:48:41 | |
Little clue there. | 0:48:42 | 0:48:44 | |
Most of this is arranged in a fairly symmetrical pattern. | 0:48:45 | 0:48:49 | |
I mean, obviously it's all crinkling a little bit with age, but, you know, | 0:48:49 | 0:48:52 | |
come on, that's to be expected. | 0:48:52 | 0:48:54 | |
And anyway, I think it's quite useful for rain guttering, | 0:48:54 | 0:48:58 | |
to have a corrugated face. | 0:48:58 | 0:49:00 | |
So I'm happy with that. | 0:49:00 | 0:49:02 | |
So, moving on to - neck. | 0:49:02 | 0:49:04 | |
Yeah. Well, this is irrelevant, because I haven't got one. | 0:49:04 | 0:49:07 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:49:07 | 0:49:09 | |
No, I just haven't got one. | 0:49:09 | 0:49:11 | |
Absolutely nobody in my family has got a neck. | 0:49:11 | 0:49:15 | |
Everyone in my family, right, | 0:49:16 | 0:49:17 | |
goes directly from chin to chest without passing go. | 0:49:17 | 0:49:21 | |
There's no inward curvature whatsoever. | 0:49:21 | 0:49:23 | |
It's more sort of convex, like a gobble on a rooster. | 0:49:23 | 0:49:27 | |
I mean, obviously this does lead to some jewellery crises. | 0:49:28 | 0:49:32 | |
Because apparently, a necklace | 0:49:32 | 0:49:35 | |
goes on a neck. | 0:49:35 | 0:49:36 | |
Well, no havey necky. | 0:49:37 | 0:49:40 | |
So, not buying your necklace, mate. | 0:49:40 | 0:49:42 | |
No bitterness there whatsoever. | 0:49:42 | 0:49:45 | |
So moving on to - shoulders. | 0:49:45 | 0:49:47 | |
Yeah, shoulders. | 0:49:47 | 0:49:48 | |
Well, they're OK. | 0:49:48 | 0:49:50 | |
They're sort of functional, aren't they? | 0:49:50 | 0:49:52 | |
They're quite good for shrugging. | 0:49:52 | 0:49:53 | |
They're obviously where I keep my chips. | 0:49:53 | 0:49:56 | |
Um, there's nothing really to see here, | 0:49:56 | 0:49:58 | |
so moving along to arms. | 0:49:58 | 0:50:01 | |
Yes. Arms. | 0:50:01 | 0:50:02 | |
Now, these really are quite interesting, | 0:50:02 | 0:50:04 | |
as they're definitely much shorter than is required. | 0:50:04 | 0:50:07 | |
Especially on a very tall, willowy woman like me. | 0:50:07 | 0:50:11 | |
Yes, I am tall and willowy! | 0:50:12 | 0:50:14 | |
Rude! | 0:50:21 | 0:50:22 | |
You'd imagine, wouldn't you, | 0:50:24 | 0:50:26 | |
on a tall, willowy woman like me, | 0:50:26 | 0:50:29 | |
that I'd be gifted lovely long, appropriate, elegant arms. | 0:50:29 | 0:50:33 | |
But no, instead, I was given these. | 0:50:33 | 0:50:36 | |
A couple of butchers' wives' stocky legs of mutton. | 0:50:36 | 0:50:39 | |
I mean, you know, they're not pretty, | 0:50:39 | 0:50:41 | |
I can't do strappy dresses or anything like that, | 0:50:41 | 0:50:44 | |
but again, you know, they are fit for purpose. | 0:50:44 | 0:50:47 | |
Because they work at carrying stuff and they go round a kid and they go | 0:50:47 | 0:50:51 | |
round a husband, so I'm perfectly happy with that. | 0:50:51 | 0:50:54 | |
So, moving on, to - hands. | 0:50:54 | 0:50:56 | |
Yeah, hands, right. | 0:50:56 | 0:50:58 | |
There they are, the end of my body. | 0:50:58 | 0:51:01 | |
Look at them there, five cocktail sausages, | 0:51:01 | 0:51:04 | |
flopping off the end, there. | 0:51:04 | 0:51:06 | |
Quite untidy, really. | 0:51:06 | 0:51:08 | |
Been described before as stumpy. | 0:51:08 | 0:51:11 | |
But honestly, how amazing are they? | 0:51:12 | 0:51:14 | |
Just in terms of sheer engineering, | 0:51:14 | 0:51:17 | |
they're phenomenal. | 0:51:17 | 0:51:19 | |
There's 27 bones in each one of those, | 0:51:19 | 0:51:21 | |
and the densest area of nerve endings. | 0:51:21 | 0:51:24 | |
And that whole opposable thumb thing that I do that reminds me that I'm a | 0:51:24 | 0:51:28 | |
primate. And all the stuff I've done with these hands in my life. | 0:51:28 | 0:51:33 | |
Like, you know, I've held my mum and dad's hands with them, | 0:51:33 | 0:51:36 | |
I've held my own daughter's hand with them. | 0:51:36 | 0:51:38 | |
I've played two-ball endlessly up against the garage wall with them. | 0:51:38 | 0:51:41 | |
I've stood on them. | 0:51:41 | 0:51:43 | |
I've held on at scary fairground rides with them. | 0:51:43 | 0:51:46 | |
I've slapped an idiot's cheek with that one there. | 0:51:46 | 0:51:49 | |
I've used that exact same one | 0:51:49 | 0:51:51 | |
to shake Fatty Saunders's hand every single night | 0:51:51 | 0:51:54 | |
before we went on stage or in front of a camera, | 0:51:54 | 0:51:57 | |
I've had my future told from them... | 0:51:57 | 0:52:00 | |
Charlatan! | 0:52:00 | 0:52:01 | |
Um... | 0:52:01 | 0:52:03 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:52:03 | 0:52:06 | |
I've pinched and punched my brother with them. | 0:52:06 | 0:52:09 | |
I've held my darling's face in them. | 0:52:09 | 0:52:12 | |
I've put wedding rings on this one, twice. | 0:52:12 | 0:52:15 | |
I've measured ponies with them. | 0:52:15 | 0:52:17 | |
I do pointing. | 0:52:17 | 0:52:19 | |
With... Ooh, that's something I wanted to mention tonight, actually. | 0:52:19 | 0:52:21 | |
Do you know, I realise that I've been a fool for 59 years | 0:52:21 | 0:52:25 | |
because for all of that time, right, | 0:52:25 | 0:52:27 | |
I've been pointing with one finger when all of that time, | 0:52:27 | 0:52:31 | |
it's so much more effective to point with all ten. | 0:52:31 | 0:52:35 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:52:35 | 0:52:39 | |
No, it's good, honestly, I urge you. | 0:52:42 | 0:52:44 | |
I urge you. To point like this from now on. | 0:52:44 | 0:52:47 | |
It's much, much, much, much better. | 0:52:47 | 0:52:49 | |
Very satisfying. | 0:52:49 | 0:52:50 | |
But honestly, | 0:52:50 | 0:52:51 | |
everything I have ever touched in my life | 0:52:51 | 0:52:55 | |
has been touched by these. | 0:52:55 | 0:52:57 | |
So every single piece of chocolate... | 0:52:57 | 0:53:00 | |
..that I've ever eaten, | 0:53:02 | 0:53:04 | |
has been put in here by these. | 0:53:04 | 0:53:07 | |
Thank you, hands! | 0:53:07 | 0:53:10 | |
God, I love them! | 0:53:10 | 0:53:12 | |
Who dares to call them stumpy? | 0:53:12 | 0:53:15 | |
Well, look, here's another wonderful thing they do. | 0:53:15 | 0:53:18 | |
Right, good. | 0:53:20 | 0:53:21 | |
Good point, well made, I think. | 0:53:21 | 0:53:24 | |
OK, right, so moving up and over now... | 0:53:24 | 0:53:27 | |
Oh, God, here we go. There's absolutely no avoiding them... | 0:53:27 | 0:53:30 | |
norks. | 0:53:30 | 0:53:32 | |
Or baps, or Little and Large, or Wood and Walters, | 0:53:34 | 0:53:38 | |
or if I'm absolutely furious with them, | 0:53:38 | 0:53:41 | |
which I often am, because they're such show-offs, | 0:53:41 | 0:53:44 | |
Ant and Dec. | 0:53:44 | 0:53:45 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:53:45 | 0:53:46 | |
Yeah. Well, look, I could do a whole show about just these, couldn't I, | 0:53:47 | 0:53:52 | |
because frankly they do arrive everywhere before I do. | 0:53:52 | 0:53:55 | |
They even arrived on my body before I was ready. | 0:53:55 | 0:53:58 | |
What was I, three, four, something like that. | 0:53:58 | 0:54:00 | |
Frankly, I can't remember not lugging these around. | 0:54:00 | 0:54:04 | |
Do you know, once, right, I was on this radio show. | 0:54:04 | 0:54:07 | |
I was doing an interview, | 0:54:07 | 0:54:08 | |
and I decided to take my bra off and put it on my head, | 0:54:08 | 0:54:12 | |
thereby proving that my entire head fitted into one cup... | 0:54:12 | 0:54:17 | |
..of my 42G cup industrial bra. | 0:54:18 | 0:54:21 | |
So I am in effect carrying around | 0:54:23 | 0:54:25 | |
two entire head-sized lumps on my front. | 0:54:25 | 0:54:28 | |
Frankly, it's amazing I've remained upright at all. | 0:54:28 | 0:54:31 | |
So, yeah, all right, they're huge and lovely jubbly, wibbly wobbly, | 0:54:32 | 0:54:36 | |
and oo-er, we're going to need considerably bigger buns, | 0:54:36 | 0:54:39 | |
and wa-hey-hey-hey! And all the rest of it. | 0:54:39 | 0:54:42 | |
But you know, calm down, what are they, really? | 0:54:42 | 0:54:44 | |
They're just a couple of udders that boys regard as a theme park. | 0:54:44 | 0:54:48 | |
Aren't they? Aren't they? | 0:54:48 | 0:54:51 | |
No, you know, don't get me wrong. | 0:54:51 | 0:54:52 | |
I love all that, you know, | 0:54:52 | 0:54:54 | |
WHEN it's appropriate. | 0:54:54 | 0:54:56 | |
But honestly, getting boys to concentrate... | 0:54:56 | 0:55:00 | |
And by boys, of course, I mean men. | 0:55:00 | 0:55:02 | |
And by men, I mean straight men, | 0:55:02 | 0:55:05 | |
and by straight men, I mean boys... | 0:55:05 | 0:55:08 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:55:08 | 0:55:10 | |
Getting them to concentrate on anything else is a major feat. | 0:55:10 | 0:55:14 | |
I spend a lot of my time going like this, | 0:55:14 | 0:55:17 | |
to bring the focus up to my face. | 0:55:17 | 0:55:20 | |
"Hello, I'm here to discuss my overdraft." | 0:55:20 | 0:55:23 | |
Focus on my face. | 0:55:27 | 0:55:28 | |
"What a beautiful service | 0:55:28 | 0:55:30 | |
"and a fitting send-off for your lovely old dad." | 0:55:30 | 0:55:32 | |
Focus on my face. | 0:55:35 | 0:55:37 | |
"So if you could just talk us through my daughter's GCSE results?" | 0:55:37 | 0:55:40 | |
Focus on my face. | 0:55:42 | 0:55:44 | |
"Well, I've come to see you because I feel betrayed, and ugly, | 0:55:44 | 0:55:48 | |
"and I'm hoping that these sessions will..." | 0:55:48 | 0:55:51 | |
Focus on my face! | 0:55:51 | 0:55:52 | |
"Sorry, what did you say? | 0:55:54 | 0:55:55 | |
"Pop my top off? | 0:55:55 | 0:55:57 | |
"How dare you? | 0:55:57 | 0:55:59 | |
"Focus on my face. | 0:55:59 | 0:56:00 | |
"Oh, sorry, you're the doctor and this is a breast check, sorry. | 0:56:00 | 0:56:04 | |
"Sorry. As you were. Focus entirely on the lovely norks, thank you." | 0:56:04 | 0:56:09 | |
So moving on now to belly. | 0:56:09 | 0:56:11 | |
Belly, yes. Well, look, | 0:56:12 | 0:56:14 | |
the fact is that I've never actually seen anyone else's body quite like | 0:56:14 | 0:56:19 | |
mine in this respect. | 0:56:19 | 0:56:21 | |
But I'm going to let you in on this, | 0:56:21 | 0:56:23 | |
because this is one of the weirder parts of me, right. | 0:56:23 | 0:56:26 | |
I am the only person I know | 0:56:26 | 0:56:29 | |
who has a belly the exact same size | 0:56:29 | 0:56:32 | |
and in the exact same position | 0:56:32 | 0:56:35 | |
on the front of my body | 0:56:35 | 0:56:37 | |
as my arse is on the back. | 0:56:37 | 0:56:39 | |
No, that's true! | 0:56:40 | 0:56:42 | |
No, that is true! | 0:56:42 | 0:56:43 | |
Right, I'll show you! I'll show you, then! | 0:56:43 | 0:56:46 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:56:46 | 0:56:48 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:56:48 | 0:56:50 | |
WHOOPING | 0:56:52 | 0:56:54 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:56:58 | 0:57:00 | |
How did that happen? | 0:57:00 | 0:57:03 | |
Well, of course I know full well how it happened. | 0:57:03 | 0:57:05 | |
Curly Wurlys, that's how. | 0:57:05 | 0:57:07 | |
So I am, in effect, a sphere with legs, aren't I? | 0:57:09 | 0:57:14 | |
Like a sort of M&M character, aren't I? | 0:57:14 | 0:57:17 | |
Is it a good thing or a bad thing, | 0:57:17 | 0:57:20 | |
do I really mind? | 0:57:20 | 0:57:22 | |
In truth, I don't really consider it that much. | 0:57:22 | 0:57:24 | |
If my belly gets bigger, I just get bigger trousers. | 0:57:24 | 0:57:27 | |
Is that so wrong? | 0:57:27 | 0:57:29 | |
I mean, the up side of having this big belly for so long | 0:57:29 | 0:57:32 | |
is that I've got lots of loose-fitting tops. | 0:57:32 | 0:57:35 | |
So I have become the go-to person | 0:57:35 | 0:57:38 | |
for all of my pregnant friends | 0:57:38 | 0:57:40 | |
to borrow my clothes for six months every now and again. | 0:57:40 | 0:57:42 | |
Talking of bellies and babies, | 0:57:44 | 0:57:47 | |
mine refused to cooperate in that department, just wouldn't make one. | 0:57:47 | 0:57:51 | |
I mean, obviously I wasn't alone in THAT endeavour. | 0:57:51 | 0:57:54 | |
And I wasn't alone in the responsibility, but, oh, | 0:57:54 | 0:57:58 | |
boy, that was a very tricky time. | 0:57:58 | 0:58:01 | |
It was like my belly was calling to me to become a mother, | 0:58:01 | 0:58:04 | |
it was one of the most certain and powerful urges that I'd ever felt | 0:58:04 | 0:58:08 | |
and it kept relentlessly not happening. | 0:58:08 | 0:58:12 | |
And I wondered why it didn't work. | 0:58:12 | 0:58:14 | |
I even wondered if perhaps we weren't supposed to have a baby, | 0:58:14 | 0:58:18 | |
like it was somehow deemed that we shouldn't. | 0:58:18 | 0:58:21 | |
And then, with IVF, miraculously, | 0:58:21 | 0:58:24 | |
it did work. | 0:58:24 | 0:58:26 | |
And then a couple of weeks later, it didn't. | 0:58:26 | 0:58:29 | |
So big grief, more scans, more injections. | 0:58:29 | 0:58:33 | |
And we started to dilute our happiness with this giant sadness. | 0:58:33 | 0:58:38 | |
I mean, obviously we kept it all quiet, and private, | 0:58:38 | 0:58:42 | |
so chirpy, normal life was going on all around us, totally unaware. | 0:58:42 | 0:58:47 | |
Normal life, like when your friend gets pregnant by accident | 0:58:47 | 0:58:51 | |
and asks you to go with her for her abortion. | 0:58:51 | 0:58:53 | |
You don't know if you love her or hate her and it's so unfair. | 0:58:53 | 0:58:57 | |
And then you work out that... of course you love her, | 0:58:58 | 0:59:02 | |
it's just that life is one big, ugly | 0:59:02 | 0:59:06 | |
awkward, irascible, cruel bitch, | 0:59:06 | 0:59:09 | |
and you surrender. And you stop trying to MAKE a baby, | 0:59:09 | 0:59:13 | |
and you start trying to FIND a baby. | 0:59:13 | 0:59:17 | |
And that leads you to a mammoth adventure. | 0:59:17 | 0:59:20 | |
But in the meantime, this belly | 0:59:20 | 0:59:22 | |
became a sort of an adversary who lay dormant for 20 years | 0:59:22 | 0:59:25 | |
or so after all that, until about five years ago, | 0:59:25 | 0:59:28 | |
when I became quite ill with all kinds of hell kicking off in here, | 0:59:28 | 0:59:33 | |
where I keep my lady plumbing. | 0:59:33 | 0:59:35 | |
So much so that I can clearly remember one night | 0:59:35 | 0:59:38 | |
when I was on my own up here in London, and I was doubled over | 0:59:38 | 0:59:42 | |
with cramps and I was bleeding so badly that I decided | 0:59:42 | 0:59:46 | |
to spend the night in the bathtub so as not to ruin the bed. | 0:59:46 | 0:59:49 | |
And being typically British, of course, | 0:59:49 | 0:59:52 | |
I decided not to call the doctor, so as not to ruin his night. | 0:59:52 | 0:59:56 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:59:56 | 0:59:58 | |
So I was choosing bleeding slowly to death in the bathtub... | 0:59:58 | 1:00:01 | |
..over bothering someone. | 1:00:03 | 1:00:05 | |
Well, anyway, eventually I did collapse, and I went to hospital. | 1:00:05 | 1:00:09 | |
And my doctor was so convinced that I had uterine cancer | 1:00:09 | 1:00:14 | |
that he ordered a second biopsy, | 1:00:14 | 1:00:16 | |
to be sure, when the results of the first one came back clear. | 1:00:16 | 1:00:20 | |
But even before the results of that second biopsy, | 1:00:20 | 1:00:23 | |
I'd decided to be done with my old enemy, | 1:00:23 | 1:00:27 | |
my defunct reproductive stuff, | 1:00:27 | 1:00:29 | |
because it was curtailing my life. | 1:00:29 | 1:00:32 | |
It was deciding how well or ill I was. | 1:00:32 | 1:00:35 | |
So I made my peace with it, you know, "Thanks very much, womb, | 1:00:35 | 1:00:40 | |
"for being part of making me female, and all of that. | 1:00:40 | 1:00:42 | |
"I do think we could have cut a better deal. | 1:00:42 | 1:00:45 | |
"Like, if you weren't going to make eggs good enough to make a baby, | 1:00:45 | 1:00:48 | |
"you could have made me some chocolate eggs as a consolation prize. | 1:00:48 | 1:00:51 | |
"But listen, your work here is done." | 1:00:51 | 1:00:54 | |
So my womb and I parted company. | 1:00:54 | 1:00:57 | |
Goodbye. | 1:00:57 | 1:00:59 | |
So, that's my belly and its contents, which by the way, | 1:00:59 | 1:01:02 | |
as I stand before you tonight, | 1:01:02 | 1:01:04 | |
may not contain a womb, | 1:01:04 | 1:01:07 | |
but most certainly does contain a tuna baguette! | 1:01:07 | 1:01:11 | |
Yeah! And a packet of cheese and onion crisps. | 1:01:12 | 1:01:16 | |
AND a Red Bull! | 1:01:16 | 1:01:17 | |
Not an actual red bull. | 1:01:18 | 1:01:20 | |
No, OK. | 1:01:20 | 1:01:22 | |
And a quarter of chocolate limes, yes, of course, at all times. | 1:01:22 | 1:01:26 | |
Yeah, all right, and a giant Toblerone that I got at the airport. | 1:01:26 | 1:01:30 | |
Stop bullying me about it, please. | 1:01:30 | 1:01:33 | |
So moving on now, southwards from belly, | 1:01:33 | 1:01:36 | |
to this rather marvellous mysterious area here, | 1:01:36 | 1:01:41 | |
The Growler. | 1:01:41 | 1:01:43 | |
Yes. | 1:01:45 | 1:01:47 | |
Yes. That's what I like to call it. | 1:01:48 | 1:01:51 | |
Or Mary, or Minky, | 1:01:52 | 1:01:55 | |
or Mumford & Sons. | 1:01:55 | 1:01:57 | |
Um, you know, the beardy ones. | 1:01:58 | 1:02:00 | |
Anyway... | 1:02:00 | 1:02:02 | |
Look, look, look. | 1:02:03 | 1:02:04 | |
There's absolutely nothing I'm prepared to share with you about | 1:02:04 | 1:02:08 | |
this particular area of mine... | 1:02:08 | 1:02:10 | |
HE'S looking a little bit relieved. | 1:02:10 | 1:02:13 | |
..except to say that if you thought bosom examinations were a challenge, | 1:02:13 | 1:02:17 | |
believe me, lady garden examinations are a Herculean task. | 1:02:17 | 1:02:22 | |
Bluh-bluh-bluh! | 1:02:23 | 1:02:25 | |
Oh, my God, a strange man has got his hand inside me. | 1:02:25 | 1:02:28 | |
Bluh-bluh-bluh! | 1:02:28 | 1:02:30 | |
Oh, God, he's up to his elbow! | 1:02:30 | 1:02:32 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:02:32 | 1:02:33 | |
Bluh-bluh-bluh! | 1:02:33 | 1:02:35 | |
Oh, God, I seem to be having sex with something cold and metal. | 1:02:35 | 1:02:38 | |
Bluh-bluh-bluh! | 1:02:40 | 1:02:41 | |
Help me! | 1:02:41 | 1:02:43 | |
So now, to hips. | 1:02:44 | 1:02:46 | |
# Oh, baby when you talk like that You make a woman go mad... # | 1:02:46 | 1:02:51 | |
Yeah, I'd just like to point out that Shakira, the singer, | 1:02:51 | 1:02:53 | |
who I like VERY much, by the way, | 1:02:53 | 1:02:55 | |
is in fact a mahoosive liar. | 1:02:55 | 1:02:58 | |
Because her hit, this, Hips Don't Lie, THAT is a lie. | 1:02:59 | 1:03:04 | |
Because on the very last night | 1:03:04 | 1:03:06 | |
of the very last recording of the Vicar Of Dibley, right, | 1:03:06 | 1:03:09 | |
we had a huge party to celebrate. | 1:03:09 | 1:03:11 | |
This song came on and I got up to dance to it, and yeah, all right, | 1:03:11 | 1:03:15 | |
I had had a LITTLE bit too much to drink, | 1:03:15 | 1:03:18 | |
and I over-danced so much | 1:03:18 | 1:03:20 | |
that I actually injured my actual hip | 1:03:20 | 1:03:23 | |
and I had to walk on a stick for six weeks! | 1:03:23 | 1:03:26 | |
So, Shakira, love, frankly, your hips DO lie. | 1:03:27 | 1:03:31 | |
So moving on now to legs. | 1:03:32 | 1:03:35 | |
Now, then. These really are quite interesting. | 1:03:35 | 1:03:39 | |
Considering the fact that I have clearly been given someone else's. | 1:03:39 | 1:03:45 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:03:45 | 1:03:46 | |
No, look, look - look at those. | 1:03:46 | 1:03:47 | |
Look at them. Look at them! DON'T LOOK AWAY! | 1:03:47 | 1:03:50 | |
-Look at them! -I -have to look at them! | 1:03:51 | 1:03:53 | |
These, THESE, are a short, fat, elderly man's legs. | 1:04:00 | 1:04:05 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:04:05 | 1:04:06 | |
Hang on a minute. Hang on a minute. | 1:04:09 | 1:04:11 | |
Little bit too keen to agree for my liking. | 1:04:12 | 1:04:16 | |
Oh, God, look. | 1:04:17 | 1:04:19 | |
When I say elderly man, I actually mean dead. | 1:04:19 | 1:04:22 | |
Well, look, these aren't for a woman! | 1:04:23 | 1:04:25 | |
Are they? Do you know, once, right, | 1:04:25 | 1:04:27 | |
I had to do this sketch with Fatty Saunders where we had to be hoiked | 1:04:27 | 1:04:31 | |
aloft on wires for hours on end. | 1:04:31 | 1:04:34 | |
And when you do that, they put you in something | 1:04:34 | 1:04:36 | |
called a flying harness. | 1:04:36 | 1:04:38 | |
Well, hers arrived, and it was a tiny little dainty nylon thing. | 1:04:38 | 1:04:42 | |
Mine arrived... | 1:04:42 | 1:04:44 | |
..in a trunk... | 1:04:45 | 1:04:47 | |
..and it was a big, leather, strappy | 1:04:48 | 1:04:51 | |
monstrosity sling sort of a thing | 1:04:51 | 1:04:54 | |
that you might lift a horse in. | 1:04:54 | 1:04:56 | |
Well, as I was climbing into the truss, | 1:04:57 | 1:05:00 | |
I saw the nametag etched on the inside of the strap. | 1:05:00 | 1:05:04 | |
You know, the person it was originally made for. | 1:05:04 | 1:05:07 | |
Harry Secombe. | 1:05:07 | 1:05:09 | |
What?! I mean, don't get me wrong, | 1:05:12 | 1:05:15 | |
I LOVED Harry Secombe, but really? | 1:05:15 | 1:05:18 | |
I have HIS body? | 1:05:18 | 1:05:20 | |
Yeah, look. These are Harry Secombe's bloody legs! | 1:05:20 | 1:05:24 | |
Very unfair. | 1:05:25 | 1:05:26 | |
So moving on swiftly now to feet. | 1:05:28 | 1:05:31 | |
Yes, I do have the feet of a hobbit. | 1:05:31 | 1:05:33 | |
And yes, they don't fit into any ordinary-width shoes, but hey, | 1:05:35 | 1:05:39 | |
do you know what, they carry me anywhere I want to go. | 1:05:39 | 1:05:42 | |
They do it year after year and they never complain, | 1:05:42 | 1:05:46 | |
so, good. So that's it, basically. | 1:05:46 | 1:05:49 | |
That is my body. That's how I see it. | 1:05:49 | 1:05:51 | |
It does its job, it's healthy, and I like it, | 1:05:51 | 1:05:55 | |
even though some of it is a little bit strange and it doesn't sit very | 1:05:55 | 1:05:59 | |
well onto any kind of scientific chart, | 1:05:59 | 1:06:01 | |
it's never stopped me from doing anything that I want to do. | 1:06:01 | 1:06:05 | |
It's where I live. | 1:06:05 | 1:06:07 | |
And I fit in it very comfortably, thank you. | 1:06:07 | 1:06:11 | |
But it's just my shell. | 1:06:11 | 1:06:13 | |
It's not the only thing that defines me. | 1:06:13 | 1:06:16 | |
So you can imagine that I am gobsmacked when I see this. | 1:06:16 | 1:06:22 | |
MUSIC: Lip Up Fatty by Bad Manners | 1:06:22 | 1:06:25 | |
Do you know, when I was due to have my hysterectomy, | 1:06:39 | 1:06:41 | |
I was at my lowest, my weakest, my illest. | 1:06:41 | 1:06:45 | |
My doctor told me that if I could lose a bit of weight before the | 1:06:45 | 1:06:48 | |
operation, he'd be able to do it with keyhole surgery, | 1:06:48 | 1:06:51 | |
it'd take three weeks to recover. | 1:06:51 | 1:06:52 | |
The other option was big, open surgery | 1:06:52 | 1:06:55 | |
and three months to recover. | 1:06:55 | 1:06:58 | |
Well, that was it. That was all the motivation I needed. | 1:06:58 | 1:07:01 | |
So I set about dropping a few stone. | 1:07:01 | 1:07:03 | |
Lots of tiny, joyless, low-cal eating | 1:07:03 | 1:07:08 | |
and loads more walking for weeks on end. It was grim. | 1:07:08 | 1:07:13 | |
But I managed to lose some of the weight | 1:07:13 | 1:07:16 | |
so I could have the keyhole surgery, so great. | 1:07:16 | 1:07:18 | |
But that's all it was, was practical, | 1:07:18 | 1:07:22 | |
but of course... | 1:07:22 | 1:07:23 | |
MUSIC RESUMES | 1:07:23 | 1:07:26 | |
MUSIC ENDS | 1:07:42 | 1:07:44 | |
ALL: Ohh! | 1:07:44 | 1:07:47 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:07:47 | 1:07:49 | |
What a prize twat. | 1:07:49 | 1:07:51 | |
LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE | 1:07:51 | 1:07:53 | |
Do you know, one of the joys of being this age | 1:07:58 | 1:08:02 | |
is that I truly realise that all of this is utter bollocks. | 1:08:02 | 1:08:06 | |
And you know what, I am someone whose dad gave her armour. | 1:08:06 | 1:08:10 | |
I'm simply not available for this sort of bullying any more. | 1:08:10 | 1:08:13 | |
I'm 30 million minutes. | 1:08:13 | 1:08:15 | |
I'm a grown woman with a magnificent 42G cup bosom | 1:08:15 | 1:08:19 | |
and at last I've realised that it doesn't matter. | 1:08:19 | 1:08:23 | |
And do you know why? | 1:08:23 | 1:08:24 | |
Because you can't touch this. | 1:08:24 | 1:08:27 | |
MUSIC: U Can't Touch This by MC Hammer | 1:08:27 | 1:08:29 | |
# Can't touch this | 1:08:30 | 1:08:31 | |
# Can't touch this | 1:08:34 | 1:08:35 | |
# Can't touch this | 1:08:37 | 1:08:39 | |
# Break it down! | 1:08:41 | 1:08:42 | |
# Stop - Hammer time. # | 1:08:55 | 1:08:56 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 1:08:56 | 1:08:58 | |
MUSIC: There Must Be An Angel by Eurythmics | 1:09:08 | 1:09:11 | |
SHE SINGS ALONG BADLY | 1:09:17 | 1:09:20 | |
MUSIC FADES | 1:09:23 | 1:09:24 | |
# Yeah | 1:09:24 | 1:09:25 | |
# No-one on earth could feel like this | 1:09:25 | 1:09:29 | |
# Oh, no, overblown with bliss | 1:09:29 | 1:09:34 | |
# There must be an angel | 1:09:34 | 1:09:39 | |
# Playing with my heart, yeah. # | 1:09:39 | 1:09:42 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:09:43 | 1:09:45 | |
APPLAUSE | 1:09:45 | 1:09:46 | |
Oh, don't tell me that you haven't done that, we've all done that. | 1:09:48 | 1:09:52 | |
You're just jealous that I'm so darn good at it. | 1:09:52 | 1:09:55 | |
It's a strange thing about music, isn't it, | 1:09:55 | 1:09:58 | |
because we don't really need it to live, do we? | 1:09:58 | 1:10:01 | |
It's not food or water or shelter or clothing. | 1:10:01 | 1:10:04 | |
And yet, we really do need it. | 1:10:04 | 1:10:07 | |
-At least -I -do, and I'm sure that if I do, YOU do. | 1:10:07 | 1:10:10 | |
I have a weird thing that happens | 1:10:10 | 1:10:12 | |
which is that I always invent music to accompany people, | 1:10:12 | 1:10:17 | |
only, in my head. | 1:10:17 | 1:10:20 | |
It's like a sort of running soundtrack. | 1:10:20 | 1:10:23 | |
It's usually around the people that I love the most. | 1:10:23 | 1:10:26 | |
It's got something to do with the way they walk or talk or smell, | 1:10:26 | 1:10:29 | |
or something about their personality. | 1:10:29 | 1:10:31 | |
Let me explain. I know that I | 1:10:31 | 1:10:33 | |
haven't just arrived here on my own tonight, | 1:10:33 | 1:10:36 | |
and neither have you, because we all come from everyone in our family, | 1:10:36 | 1:10:40 | |
don't we? We all make each other. | 1:10:40 | 1:10:43 | |
I may stand here in these boots, | 1:10:43 | 1:10:45 | |
but I walk in the footsteps of everyone who went before me, | 1:10:45 | 1:10:49 | |
both family and friends. | 1:10:49 | 1:10:51 | |
I'm made of all of them. | 1:10:51 | 1:10:54 | |
Even the dodgy ones! | 1:10:54 | 1:10:56 | |
And all of them have their own accompaniment. | 1:10:56 | 1:10:58 | |
So let's start with these two - my grandmothers. | 1:10:58 | 1:11:02 | |
Good Granny Marjorie. | 1:11:04 | 1:11:06 | |
ANGELIC CHORD | 1:11:06 | 1:11:07 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:11:07 | 1:11:09 | |
And Evil Granny Lillian. | 1:11:11 | 1:11:13 | |
BESTIAL ROAR | 1:11:13 | 1:11:14 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:11:14 | 1:11:15 | |
Not that Good Granny was so good, actually, | 1:11:17 | 1:11:20 | |
or that Evil Granny was at all evil. | 1:11:20 | 1:11:22 | |
It was just a running joke that I had with Lillian about the fact | 1:11:22 | 1:11:26 | |
that she was the naughty one in comparison, | 1:11:26 | 1:11:28 | |
and she most certainly was. | 1:11:28 | 1:11:30 | |
So, Good Granny. | 1:11:30 | 1:11:32 | |
Well, she was tiny, | 1:11:33 | 1:11:35 | |
she loved old-time ballroom dancing | 1:11:35 | 1:11:38 | |
and she had a loft full of hundreds of dolls that she collected | 1:11:38 | 1:11:41 | |
from all around the world. | 1:11:41 | 1:11:44 | |
Dolls in national dress, in serried ranks, in the loft. | 1:11:44 | 1:11:48 | |
A little girl's paradise! | 1:11:48 | 1:11:51 | |
Some of them had eyes that shut | 1:11:51 | 1:11:54 | |
and all of them had pants! | 1:11:54 | 1:11:56 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:11:57 | 1:11:59 | |
Because if they arrived without pants, she'd make them a pair. | 1:11:59 | 1:12:03 | |
You know, to preserve their dignity. | 1:12:05 | 1:12:07 | |
All of us grandchildren were welcome | 1:12:07 | 1:12:09 | |
to snuggle into the warm bed with her in the morning | 1:12:09 | 1:12:12 | |
with the candlewick spread over it, | 1:12:12 | 1:12:14 | |
and the condensation dripping down the inside of the window. | 1:12:14 | 1:12:18 | |
And we'd have stories and somehow... | 1:12:18 | 1:12:21 | |
How? ..she always had cake cooking. | 1:12:21 | 1:12:24 | |
And she would sing in a funny high, wobbly voice, | 1:12:24 | 1:12:27 | |
and her parrot would mimic her and join in, | 1:12:27 | 1:12:29 | |
and I'd wet my pants laughing. | 1:12:29 | 1:12:32 | |
She had a pink bathroom suite and she always had a saucy bodice-ripper | 1:12:32 | 1:12:36 | |
book down by the loo, that I would thumb through, with titles like... | 1:12:36 | 1:12:41 | |
Mandingo! | 1:12:41 | 1:12:42 | |
Absolutely thrilling! | 1:12:44 | 1:12:46 | |
Well, when she was in her 90s, | 1:12:46 | 1:12:48 | |
I took her back to see the house | 1:12:48 | 1:12:50 | |
where she lived with her family when she was little. | 1:12:50 | 1:12:53 | |
It was a tiny, two-up, two-down, where ten of them lived, | 1:12:53 | 1:12:58 | |
in the grounds of a big, posh house, | 1:12:58 | 1:13:00 | |
where her father was in service as a chauffeur. | 1:13:00 | 1:13:03 | |
The big house is now a posh hotel | 1:13:03 | 1:13:05 | |
and I invited Grandma to come in with me and share a cream tea, | 1:13:05 | 1:13:09 | |
whereupon she promptly told me that she wasn't allowed in there. | 1:13:09 | 1:13:14 | |
Obviously, this was a throwback to her childhood. | 1:13:14 | 1:13:17 | |
Eventually, I persuaded her to come in with me and we shared the most | 1:13:17 | 1:13:21 | |
delicious cream tea, | 1:13:21 | 1:13:23 | |
while we trespassed in great big leather armchairs in front of | 1:13:23 | 1:13:27 | |
a big roaring fire. | 1:13:27 | 1:13:28 | |
And as we drove away, up a long driveway, | 1:13:28 | 1:13:32 | |
she pointed out a big old bushy tree on the side of the road | 1:13:32 | 1:13:36 | |
and she told me that that is where my grandad first kissed her, | 1:13:36 | 1:13:40 | |
and that she kept him waiting a long time for that moment. | 1:13:40 | 1:13:44 | |
There they are. | 1:13:45 | 1:13:47 | |
She died a few years ago, | 1:13:47 | 1:13:49 | |
a very old-fashioned death, | 1:13:49 | 1:13:51 | |
at a very ripe old age. | 1:13:51 | 1:13:54 | |
She just laid down and slowly, slowly faded away. | 1:13:54 | 1:13:59 | |
She was quiet and tired and ready, | 1:13:59 | 1:14:02 | |
and she was surrounded by a huge family of Frenchies | 1:14:02 | 1:14:05 | |
that all absolutely adored her. | 1:14:05 | 1:14:08 | |
Marjorie Emily French nee Berry - | 1:14:08 | 1:14:12 | |
she taught me how to be a granddaughter - | 1:14:12 | 1:14:15 | |
and this is her tune. | 1:14:15 | 1:14:16 | |
TWINKLY MUSIC BOX TUNE | 1:14:16 | 1:14:19 | |
Lillian O'Brien... | 1:14:20 | 1:14:22 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:14:22 | 1:14:23 | |
MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC | 1:14:23 | 1:14:25 | |
..Fag Ash Lil... | 1:14:26 | 1:14:28 | |
Evil Granny - | 1:14:31 | 1:14:32 | |
had a very different music altogether. | 1:14:32 | 1:14:36 | |
Oh, boy, she was a handful! | 1:14:36 | 1:14:39 | |
A tricky old broad with a colourful history, | 1:14:39 | 1:14:42 | |
a sharp tongue and a short fuse. | 1:14:42 | 1:14:44 | |
Her family originally came from Cornwall, | 1:14:44 | 1:14:47 | |
but when she married my grandad, | 1:14:47 | 1:14:49 | |
she got a passport and she moved to Devon. | 1:14:49 | 1:14:51 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:14:51 | 1:14:53 | |
She and my grandad ran various pubs together and this placed Lil exactly | 1:14:56 | 1:15:01 | |
where she was at her happiest - | 1:15:01 | 1:15:04 | |
around lots of alcohol! | 1:15:04 | 1:15:06 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:15:06 | 1:15:08 | |
Oh, yes, she loved that. | 1:15:11 | 1:15:13 | |
That's my grandad, by the way, | 1:15:13 | 1:15:14 | |
with his arm around two completely different women. | 1:15:14 | 1:15:17 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:15:17 | 1:15:19 | |
But that's another whole show. | 1:15:19 | 1:15:22 | |
Lil loved rabbit-skin fur coats and she loved sparkly bling and clacky | 1:15:23 | 1:15:29 | |
shoes and she loved gin and arcades | 1:15:29 | 1:15:32 | |
and British Legion and bookies | 1:15:32 | 1:15:34 | |
and darts! And when I was a young teenager, | 1:15:34 | 1:15:37 | |
I used to stay with her quite a lot | 1:15:37 | 1:15:38 | |
and I used to sleep on what she called "the cot" | 1:15:38 | 1:15:41 | |
at the end of her bed. | 1:15:41 | 1:15:43 | |
And at roughly 3am every morning, | 1:15:43 | 1:15:46 | |
the alarm would go off and a be-curlered, | 1:15:46 | 1:15:49 | |
be-hairnetted, toothless Lil | 1:15:49 | 1:15:52 | |
would sit up in the bed, put the light on, | 1:15:52 | 1:15:55 | |
put her teeth in... Why? | 1:15:55 | 1:15:57 | |
..pour herself a glass of water from a flask, drink it, | 1:15:57 | 1:16:00 | |
take her teeth out, light off, back to snorey sleep. | 1:16:00 | 1:16:04 | |
I think I now know | 1:16:05 | 1:16:08 | |
that wasn't water. | 1:16:08 | 1:16:10 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:16:10 | 1:16:11 | |
Another big memory I have of her | 1:16:15 | 1:16:19 | |
was of her canniness. | 1:16:19 | 1:16:21 | |
I was about 15 and I was invited on holiday by my friend Patsy to | 1:16:21 | 1:16:26 | |
Gibraltar, where her family lived, | 1:16:26 | 1:16:28 | |
and where she assured me there were lots of dreamy, swarthy boys! | 1:16:28 | 1:16:34 | |
KLAXON | 1:16:34 | 1:16:36 | |
Well, I couldn't really afford to go, but my dad said that | 1:16:36 | 1:16:38 | |
if I raised half of the money, he would give me the other half. | 1:16:38 | 1:16:42 | |
So I did anything I could think of to raise the money. | 1:16:42 | 1:16:44 | |
I washed cars, I did paper rounds, | 1:16:44 | 1:16:47 | |
but I still didn't have quite enough at the end of it. | 1:16:47 | 1:16:50 | |
So my mum offered to help me out on the sly by giving me a set of pearl | 1:16:50 | 1:16:55 | |
earrings and a necklace that she had up in the loft. | 1:16:55 | 1:16:58 | |
Like a lot of people, she was superstitious about pearls | 1:16:58 | 1:17:01 | |
and she said they were unlucky and that she didn't want them. | 1:17:01 | 1:17:05 | |
She told me to go to the Pannier Market in Plymouth | 1:17:05 | 1:17:08 | |
and to barter for the best price I could get. | 1:17:08 | 1:17:11 | |
Now, I needed 40 quid and my mum | 1:17:11 | 1:17:14 | |
felt sure that I would get at least that. | 1:17:14 | 1:17:16 | |
So, as I entered the market, a little bit daunted by it all, | 1:17:16 | 1:17:20 | |
who should pop up like an elderly Rumpelstiltskin... | 1:17:20 | 1:17:24 | |
MUSIC RESTARTS | 1:17:24 | 1:17:26 | |
..but Lil, asking me what I was doing there. | 1:17:26 | 1:17:29 | |
So, I told her. | 1:17:29 | 1:17:31 | |
Now, no stranger to the tricks of the second-hand jewellery trade, | 1:17:31 | 1:17:36 | |
if you know what I mean... | 1:17:36 | 1:17:38 | |
Thieving! Um... | 1:17:38 | 1:17:40 | |
..she told me to leave it to her and go and wait in the caff. | 1:17:41 | 1:17:47 | |
Well, ten minutes later, she returned triumphant. | 1:17:47 | 1:17:50 | |
"Here, who's your favourite evil granny, then? | 1:17:50 | 1:17:55 | |
"You needed 40 quid, right, maid? | 1:17:55 | 1:17:57 | |
"Well, here it is! | 1:17:57 | 1:17:58 | |
"And who's the good granny now?" | 1:17:58 | 1:18:01 | |
And with that, she counted out the tenners - one, two, | 1:18:01 | 1:18:04 | |
three, four and - Oh, my goodness! - five and six! | 1:18:04 | 1:18:09 | |
60 quid! | 1:18:09 | 1:18:10 | |
"Thanks, Grandma!" | 1:18:10 | 1:18:11 | |
So I raced home to show Mum. | 1:18:11 | 1:18:14 | |
Mum didn't seem quite so thrilled with the 60 quid. | 1:18:14 | 1:18:18 | |
I told her that Lil had helped me and she muttered, "Oh, pig's ear!" | 1:18:18 | 1:18:23 | |
under her breath, which was the WORST swearing my mum ever did, | 1:18:23 | 1:18:26 | |
by the way! She grabbed me by the arm | 1:18:26 | 1:18:29 | |
and she whisked me straight back to | 1:18:29 | 1:18:30 | |
Lil's flat, where she demanded that Lil cough up the rest of it! | 1:18:30 | 1:18:35 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:18:35 | 1:18:37 | |
"The rest of it?" I was a little bit confused. | 1:18:38 | 1:18:41 | |
Well, Lil looked a little bit sheepish | 1:18:41 | 1:18:44 | |
and eventually she reached into her handbag | 1:18:44 | 1:18:48 | |
and she laid out on the table | 1:18:48 | 1:18:50 | |
ten more tenners. | 1:18:50 | 1:18:53 | |
-AUDIENCE: -Ooh! | 1:18:53 | 1:18:54 | |
Well, the way she saw it, | 1:18:54 | 1:18:55 | |
I had what I needed and a little bit extra | 1:18:55 | 1:18:58 | |
and she made a tidy little commission! | 1:18:58 | 1:19:02 | |
Everybody's cushty! | 1:19:02 | 1:19:04 | |
She didn't see it as stealing from your own granddaughter! | 1:19:04 | 1:19:09 | |
So that was Lil, my mum's mum - bold as brass, | 1:19:12 | 1:19:16 | |
ballsy and fearless | 1:19:16 | 1:19:19 | |
and a consummate survivor. | 1:19:19 | 1:19:21 | |
So, now, yes. | 1:19:23 | 1:19:25 | |
How do you be a daughter? | 1:19:25 | 1:19:29 | |
Well, it's difficult, this, but I want to tell you, | 1:19:29 | 1:19:31 | |
I want to be open and honest with you, so here goes. | 1:19:31 | 1:19:35 | |
I'm aware that I lionise my dad. | 1:19:36 | 1:19:39 | |
I think it's because I lost him too early. | 1:19:39 | 1:19:43 | |
I was only 19, just ten million minutes. | 1:19:43 | 1:19:46 | |
He didn't have any flaws yet, in my eyes. | 1:19:46 | 1:19:48 | |
I wish I'd known him for longer. | 1:19:48 | 1:19:50 | |
I could have got to know all his faults, | 1:19:50 | 1:19:52 | |
but we didn't have that time, so, | 1:19:52 | 1:19:54 | |
to me, he was pretty wonderful. | 1:19:54 | 1:19:57 | |
And his music is an opus. | 1:19:57 | 1:19:59 | |
CLASSICAL MUSIC | 1:19:59 | 1:20:01 | |
People often ask me what it was like to grow up without a dad. | 1:20:01 | 1:20:05 | |
Well, I absolutely don't know, | 1:20:05 | 1:20:07 | |
because I'm still growing up without a dad. | 1:20:07 | 1:20:10 | |
But the things I most remember about him | 1:20:10 | 1:20:12 | |
are to do with being taught something, | 1:20:12 | 1:20:15 | |
or feeling very safe, or actually just having a big laugh. | 1:20:15 | 1:20:20 | |
I remember him tickling my mum a lot. | 1:20:20 | 1:20:23 | |
I remember when, as a toddler, | 1:20:23 | 1:20:26 | |
and after three clear warnings from him, | 1:20:26 | 1:20:29 | |
I did still race out dangerously into the middle of the road | 1:20:29 | 1:20:33 | |
and so he did finally put me over his knee in a shop doorway | 1:20:33 | 1:20:36 | |
and he smacked my bare arse in public. | 1:20:36 | 1:20:39 | |
Needless to say, | 1:20:39 | 1:20:40 | |
never ran out again. | 1:20:40 | 1:20:42 | |
I remember that, being not tall, | 1:20:42 | 1:20:45 | |
all of his trousers had to be shortened | 1:20:45 | 1:20:47 | |
and Mum would do that by chopping off the bottom two inches | 1:20:47 | 1:20:50 | |
in one clean cut, like that, | 1:20:50 | 1:20:52 | |
and I would take that fabric loop | 1:20:52 | 1:20:54 | |
and I'd put it on my head and I'd pull the crease sharp | 1:20:54 | 1:20:57 | |
front and back and I'd pretend to be an air hostess. | 1:20:57 | 1:21:01 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:21:01 | 1:21:03 | |
I remember the heady smell of his fags and his Brut aftershave and | 1:21:04 | 1:21:09 | |
his Brylcreem. I remember that Christmas really mattered. | 1:21:09 | 1:21:13 | |
I remember that he bought me the first single I wanted so badly - | 1:21:13 | 1:21:18 | |
I thought I'd die if I didn't get it! - | 1:21:18 | 1:21:20 | |
which was Sugar Sugar by The Archies. | 1:21:20 | 1:21:22 | |
TRACK PLAYS | 1:21:22 | 1:21:25 | |
Yeah, lovely. | 1:21:25 | 1:21:27 | |
I remember the delighted shock I felt, | 1:21:28 | 1:21:32 | |
when, after a mauling from a particularly horrible teacher | 1:21:32 | 1:21:35 | |
at parents' evening, he comforted me | 1:21:35 | 1:21:38 | |
by leaning over and whispering in my ear, "Well, she's clearly a cretin". | 1:21:38 | 1:21:43 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:21:43 | 1:21:45 | |
I remember being Dawny, and Moo, | 1:21:49 | 1:21:51 | |
and Pudding, and Dumpling, | 1:21:51 | 1:21:54 | |
and Frenchie and Maid. | 1:21:54 | 1:21:56 | |
What I don't remember is him being sick, | 1:21:56 | 1:21:59 | |
because I didn't know about that. | 1:21:59 | 1:22:01 | |
He was supremely good at hiding it. | 1:22:01 | 1:22:03 | |
I didn't know that he had been plagued with sporadic attacks | 1:22:03 | 1:22:07 | |
of intense black sadness ever since he was 16. | 1:22:07 | 1:22:11 | |
Mum knew and she had tried to help him swim against the tide of his | 1:22:11 | 1:22:14 | |
torments. What none of us knew | 1:22:14 | 1:22:16 | |
was that it had become a tsunami | 1:22:16 | 1:22:19 | |
and he was drowning. | 1:22:19 | 1:22:20 | |
I had been away in America for a year on an exchange student scheme | 1:22:22 | 1:22:26 | |
and, although I noticed on my return that he looked a little bit gaunt, | 1:22:26 | 1:22:29 | |
I seriously had no clue. | 1:22:29 | 1:22:32 | |
To me, he was still my reinforced, load-bearing, | 1:22:32 | 1:22:36 | |
solid dad of a dad! | 1:22:36 | 1:22:39 | |
He was shatterproof! | 1:22:39 | 1:22:41 | |
He was mighty! | 1:22:41 | 1:22:43 | |
But the sturdiest of structures can have invisible, profound fractures. | 1:22:43 | 1:22:48 | |
On the 10th of September, 1977, | 1:22:49 | 1:22:52 | |
I waltzed out the door, off on a date... | 1:22:52 | 1:22:55 | |
ECHOING: ..chucking a casual goodbye over my shoulder. | 1:22:55 | 1:22:58 | |
That was the last time I saw him. | 1:22:58 | 1:23:01 | |
How did it start? | 1:23:01 | 1:23:03 | |
There was a phone call the next morning, "Come home now." | 1:23:03 | 1:23:07 | |
Mum sat there totally drained of colour, ashen-faced. | 1:23:07 | 1:23:11 | |
Gary looked like it was raining inside him. | 1:23:11 | 1:23:13 | |
"What's happened? Where's Dad?" | 1:23:13 | 1:23:16 | |
Who told me? Um, Mum, I think. | 1:23:16 | 1:23:18 | |
Said he'd felt unwell, said he would sleep in the other room, | 1:23:18 | 1:23:21 | |
so as not to disturb her night. | 1:23:21 | 1:23:24 | |
When she woke up, she immediately felt disconnected, wrong, | 1:23:24 | 1:23:28 | |
called out to him - no answer. | 1:23:28 | 1:23:30 | |
They both searched, panicky, frantic, | 1:23:30 | 1:23:33 | |
the car was gone. | 1:23:33 | 1:23:35 | |
Gary went looking, ended up in the field. | 1:23:35 | 1:23:38 | |
It must've been sickening. | 1:23:38 | 1:23:40 | |
You'd obviously planned it - a hosepipe on the exhaust, | 1:23:40 | 1:23:43 | |
fed back through the window. | 1:23:43 | 1:23:45 | |
A bottle of sherry, | 1:23:45 | 1:23:47 | |
so that a teetotal man might drink himself into the oblivion necessary | 1:23:47 | 1:23:51 | |
to start the engine and lie back and sleep for ever. | 1:23:51 | 1:23:56 | |
Did it feel lovely, the surrender? | 1:23:57 | 1:24:00 | |
Or did you fight it? | 1:24:00 | 1:24:02 | |
Did you weep? | 1:24:02 | 1:24:03 | |
Did we cross your mind? | 1:24:03 | 1:24:05 | |
Or did you have to extinguish any thought of us, so you could do it? | 1:24:05 | 1:24:08 | |
Did you say goodbye? | 1:24:10 | 1:24:11 | |
To what? To who? | 1:24:11 | 1:24:13 | |
To the night sky? | 1:24:13 | 1:24:15 | |
The inside of the car? | 1:24:15 | 1:24:16 | |
The life lived? | 1:24:16 | 1:24:18 | |
Did you see a light? | 1:24:18 | 1:24:20 | |
Did dead beloveds welcome you to their dead place? | 1:24:20 | 1:24:24 | |
Where are you? | 1:24:24 | 1:24:25 | |
I've lost you! | 1:24:25 | 1:24:27 | |
We're in fucking agony, you selfish bastard! | 1:24:27 | 1:24:30 | |
How could you do this? | 1:24:30 | 1:24:32 | |
How dare you steal our happiness? | 1:24:32 | 1:24:35 | |
So you lied when you said you'd always be there? | 1:24:35 | 1:24:38 | |
Did you think you'd failed? | 1:24:40 | 1:24:42 | |
Failed us? | 1:24:42 | 1:24:44 | |
Was your torment a monster and, to kill it, | 1:24:44 | 1:24:46 | |
you had to kill you? | 1:24:46 | 1:24:48 | |
So you slayed the monster to protect your family from you? | 1:24:48 | 1:24:52 | |
I understand. | 1:24:53 | 1:24:55 | |
Or at least I TRY to understand. | 1:24:55 | 1:24:58 | |
Because if I love you, | 1:24:58 | 1:24:59 | |
I must forgive you, and I do. | 1:24:59 | 1:25:02 | |
I do love you. | 1:25:02 | 1:25:04 | |
What do I have to stay angry about? | 1:25:04 | 1:25:06 | |
That you found your peace? | 1:25:06 | 1:25:08 | |
I hear you so clearly. | 1:25:09 | 1:25:11 | |
You would wish me to live my life to the full, | 1:25:11 | 1:25:15 | |
to not waste a single chance at happiness, | 1:25:15 | 1:25:18 | |
to savour every last drop of it, | 1:25:18 | 1:25:21 | |
to risk failure and to be brave, so, | 1:25:21 | 1:25:24 | |
as a tribute to you, | 1:25:24 | 1:25:26 | |
I try to do all that. | 1:25:26 | 1:25:28 | |
I have you with me as my energy and my engine. | 1:25:28 | 1:25:32 | |
I go steady, left foot, right foot, breathe. | 1:25:32 | 1:25:38 | |
I carry you here, my darling father. | 1:25:38 | 1:25:41 | |
Well, it's a rare thing for me to say "Dad" any more. | 1:25:44 | 1:25:48 | |
I don't say it directly to anybody now. | 1:25:48 | 1:25:51 | |
Am I still his daughter if he's not here? | 1:25:51 | 1:25:54 | |
Yes, of course. | 1:25:54 | 1:25:56 | |
So let me say it and remember what it's like to be connected to him. | 1:25:56 | 1:26:01 | |
Dad. | 1:26:02 | 1:26:04 | |
So then, our little family was broken | 1:26:18 | 1:26:21 | |
and our square became a triangle - | 1:26:21 | 1:26:24 | |
me, my brother | 1:26:24 | 1:26:26 | |
and our gloriously flawed, | 1:26:26 | 1:26:28 | |
triumphant phoenix of a mum! | 1:26:28 | 1:26:31 | |
Yeah! | 1:26:31 | 1:26:33 | |
Felicity Roma French. | 1:26:33 | 1:26:35 | |
God, she hated the Felicity bit! | 1:26:35 | 1:26:39 | |
Blimey, a powerhouse! | 1:26:39 | 1:26:41 | |
Extremely loving but quite strict. | 1:26:41 | 1:26:45 | |
You know, there were definitely rules it would be unwise to break, | 1:26:45 | 1:26:49 | |
sort of commandments. | 1:26:49 | 1:26:51 | |
I always thought that she looked a little bit like | 1:26:52 | 1:26:54 | |
a much older Judi Dench. | 1:26:54 | 1:26:57 | |
Sort of twinkly and pretty. | 1:26:57 | 1:27:00 | |
In fact, I was lucky enough to spend some time with Judi Dench recently | 1:27:00 | 1:27:03 | |
and it was all I could do not to kiss her face off... | 1:27:03 | 1:27:06 | |
..because she reminded me so much of Mum. | 1:27:08 | 1:27:11 | |
Except, of course, that Judi Dench has a neck. | 1:27:11 | 1:27:15 | |
Mum had no such thing. | 1:27:22 | 1:27:25 | |
Like Lil, Roma was the giver to me of the gobble, the jowl, | 1:27:25 | 1:27:29 | |
the familiar family flap. | 1:27:29 | 1:27:31 | |
So, thanks, Mum! | 1:27:31 | 1:27:33 | |
Mum was someone you'd want on your team, | 1:27:35 | 1:27:38 | |
a ferocious advocate for the underdog, | 1:27:38 | 1:27:41 | |
a monster love-truck with eight reserve tanks, | 1:27:41 | 1:27:45 | |
if you should need them. | 1:27:45 | 1:27:46 | |
She was very down-to-earth and sometimes she did | 1:27:46 | 1:27:50 | |
surprise me with it. | 1:27:50 | 1:27:52 | |
Twice, in particular. | 1:27:52 | 1:27:54 | |
One time, I was about 40 and I was quite sick with Hepatitis A. | 1:27:54 | 1:28:00 | |
Now, that's the one where you go bright yellow | 1:28:00 | 1:28:02 | |
and you feel proper shit, right. | 1:28:02 | 1:28:03 | |
And I knew that I was really sick, | 1:28:03 | 1:28:05 | |
because I didn't eat for three days. | 1:28:05 | 1:28:07 | |
And I have never missed a meal in my entire life. | 1:28:09 | 1:28:13 | |
Now, you get Hepatitis A from... | 1:28:13 | 1:28:16 | |
Well, from food served to you by people with poor hygiene, | 1:28:16 | 1:28:20 | |
let's put it that way. I mean, no wonder you feel shit, | 1:28:20 | 1:28:22 | |
you're basically eating shit! | 1:28:22 | 1:28:25 | |
Anyway... | 1:28:25 | 1:28:26 | |
Anyway, ahem, right! | 1:28:26 | 1:28:28 | |
And I was feeling very weak, very poorly, | 1:28:28 | 1:28:32 | |
and Mum came to stay with me, to cook her healing stew for me, | 1:28:32 | 1:28:36 | |
and to fuss around me the way your mum's supposed to when you feel poorly. | 1:28:36 | 1:28:40 | |
And she sat on the end of my bed and she suddenly came over | 1:28:40 | 1:28:44 | |
all inappropriately stern. | 1:28:44 | 1:28:47 | |
"So, Moo, do you want to tell me what you've been up to | 1:28:47 | 1:28:50 | |
"to catch this Hep A?" | 1:28:50 | 1:28:52 | |
She even referred to it in that rather annoying street way. | 1:28:55 | 1:28:58 | |
"Well, I ate a bad sandwich, I think, Mum." | 1:28:58 | 1:29:02 | |
"Hmm, try fooling someone else. | 1:29:02 | 1:29:04 | |
"I wasn't born yesterday, madam. | 1:29:04 | 1:29:07 | |
"Come on!" "Mum! | 1:29:07 | 1:29:09 | |
"Honestly, I don't know what you..." | 1:29:09 | 1:29:11 | |
"Rimming!" | 1:29:11 | 1:29:13 | |
RAUCOUS LAUGHTER | 1:29:13 | 1:29:15 | |
"Pardon?!" | 1:29:30 | 1:29:32 | |
"You've been rimming, haven't you?" | 1:29:34 | 1:29:37 | |
I mean, what the holy lobcock is going on? | 1:29:37 | 1:29:42 | |
My mother is using words she shouldn't know. | 1:29:42 | 1:29:46 | |
Words I don't want her to know, and she's still bloody talking! | 1:29:46 | 1:29:50 | |
"Dawn, listen, it's absolutely fine to rim your own partner, | 1:29:50 | 1:29:54 | |
"but if you start rimming other people..." | 1:29:54 | 1:29:56 | |
"Christ, shut up!" | 1:29:56 | 1:29:59 | |
Honestly, I didn't have the energy to protest, | 1:30:02 | 1:30:05 | |
it was just easier to give in. | 1:30:05 | 1:30:06 | |
"Yeah, all right, Mum, I hear you, I promise, I will stop rimming | 1:30:06 | 1:30:13 | |
"all the endless strangers off the street that aren't my husband, OK?" | 1:30:13 | 1:30:20 | |
She's bloody mad! | 1:30:20 | 1:30:22 | |
Anyway, two years after Rimgate... | 1:30:22 | 1:30:25 | |
..we had another even weirder incident. | 1:30:28 | 1:30:31 | |
Mum turned up at our house, which was near Reading, at the time, | 1:30:31 | 1:30:34 | |
and she was going to stay the night with us before going off to | 1:30:34 | 1:30:37 | |
a conference in London the next day. | 1:30:37 | 1:30:39 | |
Now, she had driven up from Cornwall - that's five hours - | 1:30:39 | 1:30:43 | |
sitting on a piece of cardboard, | 1:30:43 | 1:30:44 | |
because some silly bugger had broken her car window and there was glass | 1:30:44 | 1:30:48 | |
all over the inside of the car. | 1:30:48 | 1:30:49 | |
Well, when she arrived at mine, she said, "Moo, | 1:30:49 | 1:30:53 | |
"there's no easy way to say this and you're the only person I can ask." | 1:30:53 | 1:30:58 | |
She then uttered the eight most terrifying words I had ever | 1:30:58 | 1:31:04 | |
or will ever hear. | 1:31:04 | 1:31:06 | |
"I need you | 1:31:06 | 1:31:08 | |
"to look up my fanny." | 1:31:08 | 1:31:10 | |
WILD LAUGHTER | 1:31:10 | 1:31:12 | |
"I don't want to look up your fanny. I don't want to." | 1:31:23 | 1:31:27 | |
I remained calm, realised this must take some courage to ask. | 1:31:32 | 1:31:38 | |
"Um, yeah, of course, Mum. | 1:31:38 | 1:31:40 | |
"Um, might I venture to ask... | 1:31:40 | 1:31:44 | |
"why?" | 1:31:44 | 1:31:46 | |
"Because I think a tiny bit of glass has lodged itself in there, | 1:31:46 | 1:31:50 | |
"and I need to get it out and put some cream on, | 1:31:50 | 1:31:53 | |
"and then I can go to London. otherwise I'm going to have to call | 1:31:53 | 1:31:55 | |
"the ruddy doctor, and I don't want to have to do that, OK. | 1:31:55 | 1:31:58 | |
"Now, come on, let's get this over and done with. | 1:31:58 | 1:32:00 | |
"We're all animals after all, it's just biology. Come on!" | 1:32:00 | 1:32:04 | |
The walk upstairs to the bathroom behind my mother... | 1:32:09 | 1:32:14 | |
took five years. | 1:32:14 | 1:32:15 | |
Once in the bathroom, she whipped down her tights and her pants and, | 1:32:19 | 1:32:24 | |
quick as a flash, she bent over forward like that. | 1:32:24 | 1:32:26 | |
What happened next was an exercise in utmost trust, willing intimacy, | 1:32:31 | 1:32:39 | |
fear and pure love. | 1:32:39 | 1:32:41 | |
WILD LAUGHTER | 1:32:58 | 1:33:00 | |
Shut up! Shut up! | 1:33:00 | 1:33:02 | |
"I can't. I can't do it! I can't do it. | 1:33:06 | 1:33:10 | |
"Right, come on, come on, come on." | 1:33:10 | 1:33:12 | |
Well, look, I never imagined I'd be furtling about | 1:33:14 | 1:33:17 | |
in my own mother's muff! | 1:33:17 | 1:33:19 | |
I can't say that I enjoyed it, exactly. | 1:33:22 | 1:33:26 | |
But do you know what? I didn't mind it either. | 1:33:26 | 1:33:29 | |
It was just very civilised, you know, it was just some gynaecology, | 1:33:29 | 1:33:33 | |
that's all. I mean, I thought I might feel queasy, | 1:33:33 | 1:33:37 | |
you know, a little bit like you are right now! | 1:33:37 | 1:33:39 | |
But I didn't. I mean, don't get me wrong, | 1:33:41 | 1:33:43 | |
I'm not recommending this as a hobby. | 1:33:43 | 1:33:47 | |
But I did think, "Well, come on. Hey... | 1:33:47 | 1:33:50 | |
"I've been here before." | 1:33:50 | 1:33:52 | |
In fact, yeah, I think I might recognise a little bit. | 1:33:54 | 1:33:58 | |
And ultimately, she was right. | 1:33:58 | 1:34:01 | |
There was a tiny little glass splinter there. | 1:34:01 | 1:34:03 | |
So I took it out, cream on, pants up, wash hands, job done, la-la-la, | 1:34:03 | 1:34:09 | |
la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la! | 1:34:09 | 1:34:10 | |
Ah, years and years and years of therapy. | 1:34:12 | 1:34:15 | |
Mum was also an amazing grandmother, | 1:34:18 | 1:34:22 | |
a proper safe harbour for all three of her grandkids. | 1:34:22 | 1:34:27 | |
Funny and kind, and listened, | 1:34:27 | 1:34:30 | |
and always had time. | 1:34:30 | 1:34:32 | |
Fag, coffee, loads of time. | 1:34:32 | 1:34:34 | |
Her death was an education. | 1:34:37 | 1:34:40 | |
She was pretty well at the Christmas time and she was dead by the Easter. | 1:34:40 | 1:34:44 | |
It was lung cancer, ferocious and fast. | 1:34:44 | 1:34:47 | |
I'm absolutely convinced that she knew about it ages before | 1:34:47 | 1:34:50 | |
but didn't want us to fuss or worry, so she didn't say. | 1:34:50 | 1:34:55 | |
Her last act of phenomenal parenthood was to teach us | 1:34:55 | 1:34:59 | |
that it's OK to die. | 1:34:59 | 1:35:01 | |
She helped us to let her go, | 1:35:01 | 1:35:04 | |
and when she did I realised that I'd been sheltering there, | 1:35:04 | 1:35:09 | |
under the aegis of her unconditional love. | 1:35:09 | 1:35:12 | |
And when I did have to step out into the reality of being the mother now | 1:35:12 | 1:35:17 | |
and not the daughter, lo and behold, because of her phenomenal guidance, | 1:35:17 | 1:35:23 | |
I could. | 1:35:23 | 1:35:25 | |
I can. | 1:35:25 | 1:35:26 | |
I am. | 1:35:26 | 1:35:28 | |
I'm not anyone's daughter any more, | 1:35:29 | 1:35:32 | |
so the triangle becomes a line between me and my brother. | 1:35:32 | 1:35:37 | |
So, how do you be a sister? | 1:35:37 | 1:35:41 | |
Well, I've already told you quite a lot about my brother, Gary, | 1:35:41 | 1:35:44 | |
much more than he'd be comfortable with, if I'm honest. | 1:35:44 | 1:35:48 | |
But hey, I was born to torture him, | 1:35:48 | 1:35:50 | |
so here's a few more things about him. | 1:35:50 | 1:35:52 | |
There he is. He was born in a pub. | 1:35:52 | 1:35:57 | |
He once beat up some boys who threatened to pull my pants down, | 1:35:57 | 1:36:00 | |
when I was five. | 1:36:00 | 1:36:02 | |
He took me to see Freddie Mercury and Queen live at Leeds University, | 1:36:02 | 1:36:08 | |
when he was a student there. | 1:36:08 | 1:36:09 | |
Excellent. | 1:36:09 | 1:36:10 | |
He is the first person I call when big stuff happens. | 1:36:10 | 1:36:15 | |
He is my blood and I love the bones of him and his family. | 1:36:15 | 1:36:20 | |
He is a great dad, therefore he is a great man. | 1:36:20 | 1:36:24 | |
Just when you think that you're only connected this way, | 1:36:26 | 1:36:29 | |
you remember how strong the pull is this way. | 1:36:29 | 1:36:32 | |
Ah, here she is. | 1:36:33 | 1:36:35 | |
# When the rain is blowing in your face... # | 1:36:36 | 1:36:40 | |
This is my daughter singing. | 1:36:40 | 1:36:42 | |
# And the whole world is on your case... # | 1:36:42 | 1:36:46 | |
Yup. | 1:36:46 | 1:36:47 | |
How in the name of honking hell | 1:36:47 | 1:36:51 | |
do you be a mum? | 1:36:51 | 1:36:54 | |
Well, the first thing is this... | 1:36:54 | 1:36:57 | |
It's absolutely nothing like I imagined. | 1:36:57 | 1:37:01 | |
I thought I'd sail through parenting by, basically, | 1:37:01 | 1:37:05 | |
copying everything that my parents did, cos it worked for me. | 1:37:05 | 1:37:09 | |
But I was forgetting one key thing, wasn't I? | 1:37:09 | 1:37:12 | |
She is not me. | 1:37:12 | 1:37:13 | |
She is Billy, she is her. | 1:37:13 | 1:37:16 | |
It's a massive lesson, that. | 1:37:16 | 1:37:18 | |
And if I'm honest, it's one I'm still learning. | 1:37:18 | 1:37:21 | |
We went through quite a lot to eventually have Billy in our lives, | 1:37:21 | 1:37:25 | |
as did she, because she's adopted. | 1:37:25 | 1:37:28 | |
I have to remember that sometimes cos what she is, of course, | 1:37:28 | 1:37:31 | |
is our daughter, full stop. | 1:37:31 | 1:37:34 | |
This is the very first day that we brought her home. | 1:37:34 | 1:37:38 | |
AUDIENCE: Aww. | 1:37:38 | 1:37:39 | |
Adoption is a delicate, careful and wonderful arrangement, | 1:37:46 | 1:37:51 | |
with lots of time taken, | 1:37:51 | 1:37:53 | |
tacit arrangements and understandings woven into it. | 1:37:53 | 1:37:57 | |
It's a big, solemn, | 1:37:57 | 1:37:58 | |
binding contract of pure love between three sets of people - | 1:37:58 | 1:38:03 | |
the child, the birth parents and the adoptive parents, and nobody else. | 1:38:03 | 1:38:08 | |
All of those involved promise to look after each other, | 1:38:08 | 1:38:12 | |
and to do the right thing whenever they can. | 1:38:12 | 1:38:15 | |
It's fundamentally very private. | 1:38:15 | 1:38:17 | |
It's not secret, there's nothing to hide, | 1:38:17 | 1:38:21 | |
but there's everything to protect. | 1:38:21 | 1:38:23 | |
Everything. | 1:38:23 | 1:38:24 | |
So, you can imagine the volcano of fury I became when, | 1:38:26 | 1:38:31 | |
about 15 years ago, a cruel and thoughtless journalist | 1:38:31 | 1:38:35 | |
started to poke about in my nine-year-old daughter's background, | 1:38:35 | 1:38:39 | |
looking for information about her birth mother. | 1:38:39 | 1:38:42 | |
All of this was under the guise of writing an unauthorised biography | 1:38:42 | 1:38:46 | |
about me. This is a woman who has never met me, | 1:38:46 | 1:38:50 | |
who writes endless articles about me and two whole books to date, | 1:38:50 | 1:38:54 | |
all quite damaging and hurtful for my family. | 1:38:54 | 1:38:57 | |
That is the person carelessly clomping about in my daughter's | 1:38:57 | 1:39:01 | |
private life. Actually, I can't even bring myself to speak her name. | 1:39:01 | 1:39:05 | |
I won't give it my breath. | 1:39:05 | 1:39:07 | |
SCREECHING PSYCHO VIOLINS | 1:39:07 | 1:39:09 | |
So I had to take expensive legal action to protect my kid | 1:39:12 | 1:39:17 | |
from having her life cruelly exploded at nine years old. | 1:39:17 | 1:39:22 | |
What sort of a woman does that to a kid? | 1:39:22 | 1:39:26 | |
Never mind to me or the birth mother - who, by the way, | 1:39:26 | 1:39:29 | |
I hold very close, very dear, | 1:39:29 | 1:39:32 | |
and who has the absolute right to privacy. | 1:39:32 | 1:39:35 | |
Surely Billy is the only person who can ask any questions or take | 1:39:35 | 1:39:38 | |
any action on this subject, as and when she is ready. | 1:39:38 | 1:39:42 | |
It's massively personal. | 1:39:42 | 1:39:45 | |
And as for she who must not be named... | 1:39:45 | 1:39:48 | |
VIOLINS SCREECH | 1:39:48 | 1:39:50 | |
Well, I didn't know that I could loathe somebody that I've never met, | 1:39:51 | 1:39:55 | |
cos it takes energy to hate someone, doesn't it? | 1:39:55 | 1:39:57 | |
It's not normally worth exerting that energy. | 1:39:57 | 1:39:59 | |
In fact, I can't think of another human being on this planet | 1:39:59 | 1:40:02 | |
that I hate. | 1:40:02 | 1:40:04 | |
But... | 1:40:04 | 1:40:06 | |
Go for my kid and you will experience me as a snarling lioness. | 1:40:06 | 1:40:11 | |
LION ROARS | 1:40:11 | 1:40:13 | |
I will rip your ignorant throat out and I'll eat it in front of you | 1:40:13 | 1:40:18 | |
on a bap with salad cream. | 1:40:18 | 1:40:19 | |
Because the way I see it, | 1:40:20 | 1:40:22 | |
the right to bully my daughter | 1:40:22 | 1:40:25 | |
belongs exclusively to me. | 1:40:25 | 1:40:28 | |
Listen, I'd do anything to protect her, of course I would, | 1:40:29 | 1:40:32 | |
any of us would. I have been guilty of over-protecting her in the past. | 1:40:32 | 1:40:37 | |
I do remember one time when she was about 15 and we were both up here | 1:40:37 | 1:40:40 | |
in London. We'd been shopping and we were on a very busy street, | 1:40:40 | 1:40:43 | |
and a young man started to make admiring clucking noises around her. | 1:40:43 | 1:40:48 | |
And I couldn't help it! | 1:40:48 | 1:40:50 | |
I just had to give him some of my ninja moves. | 1:40:50 | 1:40:54 | |
"Hey, you, sonny..." | 1:40:54 | 1:40:56 | |
SHE MAKES CRAZED FIGHTING NOISES | 1:40:57 | 1:41:00 | |
That actually got rid of him. | 1:41:03 | 1:41:05 | |
Yeah. This was one of the many times my daughter told me, | 1:41:07 | 1:41:10 | |
"You have ruined my life." | 1:41:10 | 1:41:12 | |
Yeah, well, tough. | 1:41:13 | 1:41:14 | |
But I did make mistakes, course I did, we all do. | 1:41:14 | 1:41:19 | |
Two silly ones come to mind, one when she was very tiny. | 1:41:19 | 1:41:22 | |
She was only about three, | 1:41:22 | 1:41:24 | |
and we had a baby alarm that we used to carry around with us so that we | 1:41:24 | 1:41:28 | |
could listen to her at night. | 1:41:28 | 1:41:30 | |
The handset in her bedroom was mounted on the wall. | 1:41:30 | 1:41:34 | |
Now, you could speak both ways on it, it's just we'd never done that - | 1:41:34 | 1:41:37 | |
we'd only used it as a listening device. | 1:41:37 | 1:41:40 | |
Well, one night, it was quite late and she was jabbering away | 1:41:40 | 1:41:43 | |
up in her bedroom and, for the first time ever, | 1:41:43 | 1:41:47 | |
I decided to press the speaker button downstairs, right. | 1:41:47 | 1:41:50 | |
So I pressed it and I said, "Time for sleeping now, Billy. | 1:41:50 | 1:41:54 | |
"Night-night." | 1:41:54 | 1:41:56 | |
There was total silence. | 1:41:56 | 1:41:58 | |
And then her tiny voice said, | 1:42:00 | 1:42:02 | |
"Night-night, wall." | 1:42:02 | 1:42:04 | |
Oh, dear. | 1:42:17 | 1:42:19 | |
Ah, bless her. | 1:42:19 | 1:42:21 | |
It's wrong to frighten children, obviously. | 1:42:21 | 1:42:23 | |
It was just like when she went to a brand-new junior school, right, | 1:42:26 | 1:42:29 | |
when she was about eight. | 1:42:29 | 1:42:31 | |
And instead of having one teacher for the same subject and staying | 1:42:31 | 1:42:35 | |
in the same classroom all day like her old school, | 1:42:35 | 1:42:38 | |
she suddenly had a different teacher for every subject and they moved | 1:42:38 | 1:42:41 | |
around the school all day. | 1:42:41 | 1:42:43 | |
Now, she'd come a little bit late to this school, so she'd missed | 1:42:43 | 1:42:47 | |
the introductory classes for all the different subjects. | 1:42:47 | 1:42:50 | |
But I thought she was settling in quite well until, one Saturday, | 1:42:50 | 1:42:53 | |
I was driving her in the car and she was sitting in the back | 1:42:53 | 1:42:56 | |
with her mate, Anna, who used to go to her old school, | 1:42:56 | 1:42:59 | |
and Anna was asking her what the new school was like and I was earwigging | 1:42:59 | 1:43:02 | |
this conversation. | 1:43:02 | 1:43:03 | |
And Billy said, "Yeah, it's all right, | 1:43:03 | 1:43:06 | |
"except for one weird thing that happens every Wednesday morning | 1:43:06 | 1:43:09 | |
"when we all, like, go into this classroom and, like, everybody, | 1:43:09 | 1:43:13 | |
"including the, like, teacher, just suddenly goes... | 1:43:13 | 1:43:16 | |
" 'blah-blah blah-blah, blah blah blah | 1:43:16 | 1:43:18 | |
" 'blah-blah blah-blah, blah blah blah, blabba-labba, blah blah blah' | 1:43:18 | 1:43:22 | |
"for a whole hour and then we come out and everyone | 1:43:22 | 1:43:25 | |
"speaks normal again." | 1:43:25 | 1:43:26 | |
All right, that's a bit odd. | 1:43:33 | 1:43:36 | |
So when I got home I had a look at her little timetable, | 1:43:36 | 1:43:39 | |
and there it was - Wednesday morning... | 1:43:39 | 1:43:42 | |
French. | 1:43:42 | 1:43:43 | |
Nobody had told her that French is a language! | 1:43:45 | 1:43:48 | |
Well, I call Billy an extraordinary ray, | 1:43:50 | 1:43:54 | |
because that's the kind of ray that doesn't obey the ordinary laws | 1:43:54 | 1:44:00 | |
of refraction, and that's her. | 1:44:00 | 1:44:03 | |
Different. Unique. | 1:44:03 | 1:44:05 | |
Confounding in the best possible way. | 1:44:05 | 1:44:08 | |
She may not be much like anyone else but, boy, she is fully her. | 1:44:08 | 1:44:14 | |
So, now, yes... | 1:44:14 | 1:44:16 | |
How in the name of almighty living cack | 1:44:16 | 1:44:20 | |
do you be a wife? | 1:44:20 | 1:44:22 | |
MUSIC: Flash Light by Parliament | 1:44:22 | 1:44:24 | |
So I met this big, loud guy from Tiswas, | 1:44:26 | 1:44:31 | |
who wore a grass skirt and ate condensed milk sandwiches for a living. | 1:44:31 | 1:44:36 | |
Classic case of, "Mum, Dad, look at me!" | 1:44:36 | 1:44:40 | |
And we decided to do living together and then to do marriage, | 1:44:40 | 1:44:43 | |
which we did pretty successfully for the best part of 30 years, | 1:44:43 | 1:44:47 | |
from our young adulthood all the way into our 50s, | 1:44:47 | 1:44:51 | |
tackling life together, getting some things right and some things wrong. | 1:44:51 | 1:44:56 | |
It was mostly trousers and haircuts that we got wrong, | 1:44:56 | 1:45:00 | |
and the hope and the optimism and Billy were the splendid bits. | 1:45:00 | 1:45:04 | |
I mean, obviously, we had to work out who we were, | 1:45:04 | 1:45:08 | |
and it turned out that we were the kind of people who lived | 1:45:08 | 1:45:12 | |
in rural Berkshire for 20 years. | 1:45:12 | 1:45:15 | |
Who knew? We lived in a lovely old farmhouse, | 1:45:15 | 1:45:19 | |
in a place called Shinfield, and it had... | 1:45:19 | 1:45:22 | |
a tennis court! | 1:45:22 | 1:45:24 | |
BBC WIMBLEDON THEME PLAYS | 1:45:24 | 1:45:26 | |
Well, it was such a novelty to have that, | 1:45:29 | 1:45:32 | |
so every year we had a tennis tournament for all of our mates. | 1:45:32 | 1:45:36 | |
We called it "Shimbledon", | 1:45:36 | 1:45:39 | |
and we played for the coveted Double D Cup. | 1:45:39 | 1:45:43 | |
Not so much fun with Len was the racism that we encountered | 1:45:45 | 1:45:49 | |
as a constant. | 1:45:49 | 1:45:51 | |
Well, first off, he hadn't actually told me that he was black, | 1:45:51 | 1:45:54 | |
so that was a bit of a shock. | 1:45:54 | 1:45:56 | |
In fact, honestly, why does anyone do blanket hating like that? | 1:45:59 | 1:46:05 | |
It was beyond me. And yet here it was, right in our midst. | 1:46:05 | 1:46:09 | |
One night I woke up and smelled smoke, | 1:46:09 | 1:46:12 | |
and our doormat was on fire because somebody put a lit oily rag | 1:46:12 | 1:46:16 | |
through our letterbox. | 1:46:16 | 1:46:18 | |
Several times we cleaned human excrement off our front door. | 1:46:18 | 1:46:22 | |
He would regularly receive hate mail and threats. | 1:46:22 | 1:46:25 | |
In fact, one letter, I clearly remember, told him to - | 1:46:25 | 1:46:29 | |
"Fuck off home, you cone." | 1:46:29 | 1:46:30 | |
Cone... | 1:46:35 | 1:46:37 | |
Racist haters can't spell, it would seem. | 1:46:39 | 1:46:43 | |
And his remarkable dignity in the face of it all. | 1:46:43 | 1:46:47 | |
And his gorgeous family, especially his mum, Momma, | 1:46:47 | 1:46:50 | |
the queen of them all, | 1:46:50 | 1:46:52 | |
feeding us mountains of rice and peas and ackee and saltfish | 1:46:52 | 1:46:57 | |
and plantain and okra and curry goat. | 1:46:57 | 1:47:00 | |
Yeah. Learning to be parents, | 1:47:02 | 1:47:05 | |
coping with no sleep and school runs and homework, | 1:47:05 | 1:47:10 | |
and realising that you can't help with homework because | 1:47:10 | 1:47:13 | |
you don't know anything. | 1:47:13 | 1:47:15 | |
You don't even know a five-year-old's maths. | 1:47:18 | 1:47:20 | |
It's pathetic. | 1:47:20 | 1:47:22 | |
Lots and lots and lots of very good years, | 1:47:22 | 1:47:25 | |
and then just one tricky last year. | 1:47:25 | 1:47:27 | |
Just slowly, slowly realising how important it is to tune in | 1:47:27 | 1:47:32 | |
to that still-small voice at the back of your mind. | 1:47:32 | 1:47:35 | |
It had been playing its muffled tune for some time now - | 1:47:35 | 1:47:38 | |
a tune called the truth. | 1:47:38 | 1:47:40 | |
Just faintly. | 1:47:40 | 1:47:42 | |
You keep it hushed. | 1:47:42 | 1:47:43 | |
You don't want to hear it, because it means trouble. | 1:47:43 | 1:47:46 | |
And then one day I decided to pin my lugholes back and properly listen. | 1:47:46 | 1:47:51 | |
And the mantra gets louder and louder until it's a giant, | 1:47:51 | 1:47:56 | |
unignorable fanfare urging me to grasp the nettle | 1:47:56 | 1:48:00 | |
and make the change. | 1:48:00 | 1:48:02 | |
Stalemate. | 1:48:02 | 1:48:04 | |
We're stale, mate. | 1:48:04 | 1:48:06 | |
I'm sorry, it's a "no" from me. | 1:48:06 | 1:48:07 | |
I'm afraid I won't be putting you through to the next round. | 1:48:07 | 1:48:10 | |
And I pulled the bridge up and the portcullis down, | 1:48:10 | 1:48:14 | |
and I hunkered back into a safe place in my own heart. | 1:48:14 | 1:48:18 | |
And I was properly sad. | 1:48:18 | 1:48:21 | |
But then, one night, something silly and funny happened to lift away | 1:48:21 | 1:48:24 | |
some of that heaviness. I was watching Big Brother. | 1:48:24 | 1:48:28 | |
Now, that is my guilty pleasure - | 1:48:28 | 1:48:30 | |
that's my footy, that's my addiction. | 1:48:30 | 1:48:32 | |
Never missed a single episode - | 1:48:32 | 1:48:34 | |
very proud of that. | 1:48:34 | 1:48:36 | |
And on this particular night, Davina McCall was bidding a fond, | 1:48:36 | 1:48:39 | |
teary farewell to the show for ever. | 1:48:39 | 1:48:42 | |
Or so she then thought, we all did. | 1:48:42 | 1:48:44 | |
And I found myself sobbing uncontrollably. | 1:48:44 | 1:48:47 | |
"Oh, God, Big Brother is over, | 1:48:47 | 1:48:51 | |
"and so is my marriage." | 1:48:51 | 1:48:53 | |
And I absolutely knew which one I was going to miss the most. | 1:48:53 | 1:48:58 | |
And guess what? Big Brother was recommissioned! | 1:48:58 | 1:49:00 | |
Yay! | 1:49:00 | 1:49:02 | |
So, big gulp, how do you be single again after such a long time? | 1:49:02 | 1:49:09 | |
Well, the only certain thing I knew was that I needed to be | 1:49:09 | 1:49:12 | |
exactly that. Single. | 1:49:12 | 1:49:15 | |
See if I could do it all on my own. | 1:49:15 | 1:49:18 | |
Have lots of girl-time with my daughter and immerse myself | 1:49:18 | 1:49:22 | |
in my friends. Oh, my friends! | 1:49:22 | 1:49:25 | |
Thank you, God, for all the right stuff they said and did. | 1:49:25 | 1:49:30 | |
MUSIC: Count On Me by Bruno Mars | 1:49:30 | 1:49:32 | |
# If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea | 1:49:32 | 1:49:35 | |
# I'll sail the world | 1:49:35 | 1:49:37 | |
# To find you | 1:49:37 | 1:49:40 | |
# If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see | 1:49:40 | 1:49:46 | |
# I'll be the light | 1:49:46 | 1:49:48 | |
# To guide you | 1:49:48 | 1:49:50 | |
# We find out what we're made of | 1:49:52 | 1:49:56 | |
# When we are called to help our friends in need... # | 1:49:56 | 1:50:01 | |
You know that you are truly single when you've totally given up on your | 1:50:03 | 1:50:07 | |
new underpants and you're back in your old faithfuls that you wouldn't | 1:50:07 | 1:50:11 | |
want another single human being to ever see. | 1:50:11 | 1:50:14 | |
Some of which, you realise, are over 30 years old. | 1:50:14 | 1:50:17 | |
The elastic has totally gone, | 1:50:19 | 1:50:21 | |
but you keep them up with sheer optimism. | 1:50:21 | 1:50:24 | |
You know that you're truly single when you allow the dog on the bed | 1:50:24 | 1:50:29 | |
and she has slowly, incrementally crept up the bed until now she's | 1:50:29 | 1:50:34 | |
in the bed, with her head on the pillow, looking at you every morning | 1:50:34 | 1:50:40 | |
as if to say, "Yeah, babe, I'm the husband now." | 1:50:40 | 1:50:44 | |
I did have a few dating-type experiences, | 1:50:47 | 1:50:49 | |
most of which were excruciating. | 1:50:49 | 1:50:52 | |
Cos I realised that I'm just not an accomplished flirter. | 1:50:52 | 1:50:56 | |
You know, I can't pretend to be coy or sexy or anything like that. | 1:50:56 | 1:51:00 | |
I sort of find it vaguely absurd and kind of humiliating. | 1:51:00 | 1:51:04 | |
I'm the sort of bird who wants straight answers, like, | 1:51:04 | 1:51:08 | |
"Do you want to see my pants or not? | 1:51:08 | 1:51:11 | |
"Actually, no, I retract that, cos my pants are 30 years old today. | 1:51:11 | 1:51:14 | |
"I can't show them to you, you have to go home. Goodbye." | 1:51:14 | 1:51:16 | |
And then I realise, "Oh, God, | 1:51:16 | 1:51:19 | |
"it's OK. | 1:51:19 | 1:51:21 | |
"In fact, it's good." | 1:51:21 | 1:51:24 | |
I walk my dog-husband... | 1:51:25 | 1:51:27 | |
..one particularly beautiful, sunny day | 1:51:30 | 1:51:33 | |
and I look at the sea and I think about my kid and my life and, | 1:51:33 | 1:51:38 | |
in that precise moment, I'm suddenly profoundly sure that I can do it. | 1:51:38 | 1:51:45 | |
And I decide, absolutely then, that I will never be married again. | 1:51:45 | 1:51:51 | |
And then... | 1:51:53 | 1:51:55 | |
I found a sacrificial anode. | 1:51:55 | 1:51:59 | |
Well, I say found - I'd actually known him for years because he was, | 1:51:59 | 1:52:02 | |
in fact, a much younger colleague of my mum's, | 1:52:02 | 1:52:05 | |
but I hadn't really seen him because I wasn't looking, was I? | 1:52:05 | 1:52:08 | |
I was married - I didn't have my love goggles on. | 1:52:08 | 1:52:12 | |
But then, one day, when the light was right, | 1:52:12 | 1:52:16 | |
I saw him. | 1:52:16 | 1:52:17 | |
And honestly, it was as if I couldn't breathe. | 1:52:21 | 1:52:24 | |
Within a month of being together, he had found four sacrificial anodes | 1:52:24 | 1:52:29 | |
in a rock pool on the beach beneath our house. | 1:52:29 | 1:52:32 | |
Now, this is astonishing, cos they hardly ever wash up. | 1:52:32 | 1:52:36 | |
Between you and me, I'm absolutely convinced that that rock pool's | 1:52:36 | 1:52:39 | |
a little bit magic. All right, sacrificial anodes... | 1:52:39 | 1:52:43 | |
Here goes. When metal surfaces come into contact with electrolytes | 1:52:43 | 1:52:47 | |
they undergo an electrochemical reaction known as corrosion. | 1:52:47 | 1:52:52 | |
Keep up, this is science. | 1:52:52 | 1:52:54 | |
Sacrificial anodes are highly active metals that are used to prevent | 1:52:54 | 1:52:58 | |
a less active material surface from corroding. | 1:52:58 | 1:53:01 | |
So they use them a lot on boats and so on, so that, in effect, | 1:53:01 | 1:53:05 | |
the anode draws all the rust and the corrosion to it because | 1:53:05 | 1:53:10 | |
it's strong enough, and that leaves the boat corrosion-free. | 1:53:10 | 1:53:14 | |
And that's him - takes it all on, unafraid and gallant. | 1:53:14 | 1:53:19 | |
He is the anode and the rest of us, our family and our kids, | 1:53:19 | 1:53:24 | |
we are the ship, galvanised by him. | 1:53:24 | 1:53:27 | |
Do you remember what I said about | 1:53:28 | 1:53:31 | |
women measuring men by their fathers? | 1:53:31 | 1:53:33 | |
That blokes should try to be someone to aspire to be like, | 1:53:33 | 1:53:36 | |
be decent and kind and cheerful and understanding and generous | 1:53:36 | 1:53:42 | |
and funny and selfless? | 1:53:42 | 1:53:44 | |
Yeah, well, he's a massively understated, private bloke, and he | 1:53:44 | 1:53:47 | |
wouldn't want me to be talking about him any more, so I won't. | 1:53:47 | 1:53:50 | |
But frankly, it was impossible NOT to marry him. | 1:53:50 | 1:53:54 | |
Plus, it's marry one, get family free, isn't it? | 1:53:54 | 1:53:58 | |
So I've got new parents, | 1:53:59 | 1:54:01 | |
I've got new brothers and I've got two beautiful new kids, | 1:54:01 | 1:54:06 | |
who I instantly, easily loved. | 1:54:06 | 1:54:09 | |
So I've got a new tribe and the future looks bright, | 1:54:09 | 1:54:13 | |
and even the past sits nicely in its right place. | 1:54:13 | 1:54:17 | |
So, yeah... | 1:54:17 | 1:54:18 | |
I think that's me caught up. | 1:54:20 | 1:54:21 | |
Yeah. Yeah, I have learned to live where I am, in what I am. | 1:54:21 | 1:54:29 | |
One thing I do know, unreservedly, | 1:54:29 | 1:54:31 | |
is that Kate Moss is very wrong when she says that nothing tastes as good | 1:54:31 | 1:54:36 | |
as skinny feels. | 1:54:36 | 1:54:38 | |
Because pasties! Rest my case! | 1:54:38 | 1:54:41 | |
So, so... | 1:54:43 | 1:54:45 | |
I am 30 million minutes old, | 1:54:47 | 1:54:51 | |
and I have learnt that all the small stuff makes the big. | 1:54:51 | 1:54:56 | |
All the tiny minutes make one big life, | 1:54:56 | 1:54:59 | |
so every minute properly matters. | 1:54:59 | 1:55:02 | |
Live it big. | 1:55:02 | 1:55:04 | |
All of us in this room, you know, we're all connected. | 1:55:04 | 1:55:07 | |
We're all a little bit, "Hey, Mum, Dad, look at me!" | 1:55:07 | 1:55:12 | |
We're all wankers. | 1:55:12 | 1:55:14 | |
We're all a little bit strange. | 1:55:15 | 1:55:18 | |
And we're all bloody marvellous! | 1:55:18 | 1:55:22 | |
Yeah! | 1:55:22 | 1:55:28 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 1:55:28 | 1:55:33 | |
Thank you so much. | 1:55:38 | 1:55:41 | |
Thank you so much. | 1:55:45 | 1:55:47 | |
Thank you. | 1:55:51 | 1:55:53 |