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bosnich71
17th Mar 2014, 13:33
Clarissa Dickson Wright,surviving member of the "Two Fat Ladies" T.V. show has died at the age of 66.

Tray Surfer
17th Mar 2014, 13:35
I just read this… Very sad. I used to really enjoy their program and cooking.

May she rest in peace.

Cacophonix
17th Mar 2014, 13:36
Really sorry to hear this. Read her autobiography and she was a character of note.

Caco

Buster Hyman
17th Mar 2014, 13:42
Well, they've both 'sung' now...:(

Cacophonix
17th Mar 2014, 13:55
I remember Ms Dickson Wright noting the demise of Jennifer Paterson with regret and surprise. Apparently they weren't close friends and that Ms Patterson had noted to Dickson Wright that she "didn't feel well" and then bang, two weeks later she was dead! Now poor Ms Dickson Wright is no longer extant...

Puts it all into perspective!. The grave yawns wider by the day. We stand in the penumbra of death etc.... :\

Caco

bosnich71
17th Mar 2014, 14:06
My favourite 'cooking show' mainly because it was so Non P.C.
Hopefully they are both up there, at a road side caff having, a Bacon Butty.

skydiver69
17th Mar 2014, 15:56
I wonder if the BBC will have in depth coverage of her death? Oh I forgot she's not a left wing union leader who managed to disrupt the life of many hundreds of thousands of Londoners, so I guess it will be 5 minutes then 'next.'

Cornish Jack
17th Mar 2014, 16:56
I wonder if the BBC will have in depth coverage of her death? Oh I forgot she's not a left wing union leader who managed to disrupt the life of many hundreds of thousands of Londoners, so I guess it will be 5 minutes then 'next.'
Well, I'd hate to disturb your deeply ingrained (and stupid) belief that the Beeb are politically partial but you could try looking on the Beeb's website!! Big photo, lead item, 3 different programmes featuring her exploits ... presumably not enough forelock tugging to satisfy your wish for Hilda Margaret, C M D, 'Jerry Can' Maude et al adoration.
One hopes that Ms D-W's penchant for self destruction will not be overlooked.

dazdaz1
17th Mar 2014, 17:12
Such an inspiration, good English grub, as she demonstrated in her cooking style. I followed her recipe for steak and kidney pie. Brilliant, what a woman and teacher for the younger generation. Alas, I fear most (you know who I mean) sadly, may go for the micro meals. So sad.

RIP

Daz

meadowrun
17th Mar 2014, 17:12
Always sad to lose a well liked person. Still got the Hairy Bikers, although TV food hasn't quite been the same since Keith Floyd departed.

Krystal n chips
17th Mar 2014, 17:40
" Oh I forgot she's not a left wing union leader who managed to disrupt the life of many hundreds of thousands of Londoners, so I guess it will be 5 minutes then 'next.' "

Erm, would you not say there is a slight difference between a lady, who, with the best will in the world and despite her having led an eclectic life, was latterly a television cookery presenter and a former T.U leader whose role benefitted millions, not simply his Union members?.

Clearly not, it seems.

I didn't enjoy her programmes, there again, I don't watch many "celeb" cookery programmes as they are invariably about the "celeb".....Keith Floyd excepted who really did break the mould....:ok:. but you can bet that commercialism will result in an upsurge of her / their recipes as a result of her death....which is a nice tribute in it's own way is it not ?

skydiver69
17th Mar 2014, 17:59
Well, I'd hate to disturb your deeply ingrained (and stupid) belief that the Beeb are politically partial but you could try looking on the Beeb's website!! Big photo, lead item, 3 different programmes featuring her exploits ... presumably not enough forelock tugging to satisfy your wish for Hilda Margaret, C M D, 'Jerry Can' Maude et al adoration.

It might be on the BBC website but Bob Crow's death led every news bulletin for 2 days running as well as having gushing PC interviews with all and sundry, and it was that OTT coverage which annoyed me rather more measured approach to Clarissa's death.

Cacophonix
17th Mar 2014, 18:07
upsurge of her / their recipes

Take 14 pints of clotted cream, mix with a soupcon of rum (a bottle should do)...

Put money aside for medical assistance in the future... ;)

She loathed vegetarians on principle...

Caco

con-pilot
17th Mar 2014, 18:12
I loved their shows, even though I'd cringe when they would boil a beautiful standing prime rib roast.


God bless both of them.


Was suprised that she was just 66, thought she was much older.

tony draper
17th Mar 2014, 18:26
I liked Clarissa,as someone mentioned a gloriously none PC and a very erudite lady in other fields than cooking.
:(

Wingswinger
17th Mar 2014, 19:29
She was an ardent supporter of hare-coursing too. RIP Clarissa.

Cyber Bob
17th Mar 2014, 21:09
She once questioned why the need for medication (for Depression/anxiety) when ceam cakes were widely available. A genuine non PC, no nonsense character - sad day indeed.

Worrals in the wilds
17th Mar 2014, 22:00
That's sad news.
I've been enjoying the show again on DVD recently and they were both a heck of a lot of fun.

ORAC
17th Mar 2014, 22:24
A superb obit in the Torygraph. makes me wish I'd known her....

Clarissa Dickson Wright was a bombastic, outspoken lawyer brought to her knees by riches and alcoholism who rose again on the TV series Two Fat Ladies (http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/obituaries/culture-obituaries/tv-radio-obituaries/10702886/Clarissa-Dickson-Wright-obituary.html)

Clarissa Dickson Wright was a recovering alcoholic, running a bookshop for cooks in Edinburgh when the producer Patricia Llewellyn was inspired to pair her with the equally eccentric Jennifer Paterson, then a cook and columnist at The Spectator. The emphasis of the programme was to be on “suets and tipsy cake rather than rocket salad and sun-dried tomatoes”, the producer declared. Hence bombastic tributes to such delights as cream cakes and animal fats were mingled with contemptuous references to “manky little vegetarians”.

Not all the reviews were kind. Victor Lewis Smith in the London Evening Standard referred to the ladies’ “uncompromising physical ugliness” and “thoroughly ugly personalities”. Another critic quipped: “Perhaps handguns shouldn’t be banned after all.” Most, though, became instant addicts and predicted future cult status. By 1996 the programme was attracting 3.5 million viewers.

The Triumph motorbike and sidecar which sped the two fat ladies around the countryside might have appeared contrived (although Paterson was a keen biker), but their kitchen-sink comedy could never have been scripted. Clarissa Dickson Wright would come up with such lines as “look at those charming looking fellows” when describing scallops, and advise businessmen to come home and cook “to relax after the ghastly things they do in the City”. Not content to confine themselves to the kitchen, the indomitable pair ventured out into the field, gathering mussels in Cornish drizzle — using their motorcycle helmets as pails — and perilously putting out to sea in a sliver of a boat to catch crabs.

Clarissa Theresa Philomena Aileen Mary Josephine Agnes Elsie Trilby Louise Esmeralda Dickson Wright was born on June 24 1947, the youngest of four children. “My parents had great trouble deciding what to call me in the first place,” she explained about her abundant christening, “but then they were so delighted they had finally found a name, they got pissed on the way to the church.” To decide which name should come first, “they blindfolded my mother and turned her loose in the library, where she pulled out a copy of Richardson’s Clarissa”.

Her father, Arthur Dickson Wright, was a brilliant surgeon who was the first to extract a bullet from the spine without leaving the patient paralysed; he also pioneered the operation for stripping varicose veins and his patients included the Queen Mother, Vivien Leigh and the Sultana of Jahore. He had met Clarissa’s mother, Molly, an Australian heiress, while working in Singapore. Growing up in Little Venice, Clarissa’s first memory was of eating a hard-boiled egg and a cold sausage on a picnic at Wisley at the age of three. Her father, though basically miserly, did not stint on household bills. He had pigeons flown in from Cairo and a fridge permanently full of caviar. From infant trips back to Singapore remembered consuming “deeply unhygienic but delicious” things wrapped in banana leaves.

When her parents entertained, Clarissa read recipes to the illiterate cook, Louise, who in turn would squabble with Clarissa’s mother about what they were going to serve. One day, Louise stood at the top of the stairs: “Madam,” she said, “if you make me cook that I’ll jump.” “If you don’t Louise,” Mrs Dickson Wright retorted, “you might as well.” (Clarissa also had memories from around this time of Cherie Booth “always doing her homework in school uniform in the middle of louche Hampstead parties — she was a swot”. Later she observed the budding union between Booth (“desperately needy”) and Tony Blair (“a poor sad thing with his guitar”). Later still she observed that the “wet, long-haired student” that she had known had been replaced by a man with “psychopath eyes. You know those dead eyes that look at you and try to work out what you want to hear?”)

Clarissa’s father became a progressively violent alcoholic, so that when he came home “one would take cover”. He broke three of her ribs with an umbrella and on another occasion hit her with a red-hot poker. She later confessed to poring over botanical volumes in search of suitable poisons and scouring the woods for lethal mushrooms. Boarding school proved a wonderful refuge. She then did a Law degree externally at London (her father refused to pay for her to go to Oxford unless she read Medicine) and was called to the Bar by Gray’s Inn in 1970. It was while she was at home studying for her Bar final that a letter arrived for her mother while the family was at breakfast. It turned out to be from her father, announcing divorce proceedings. After her father left the house Clarissa Dickson Wright never saw him again.

She was by then a regular pipe smoker, consuming two ounces of Gold Block a week. The first woman to practise at the Admiralty Bar, she received excellent notices from, among others, Lord Denning, and was elected to the Bar Council as a representative of young barristers. Things started to go awry, though, when her parents died in quick succession in the mid-1970s. Her father left his entire £2 million fortune to his brother, explaining his decision in a caustic rider to his will. Clarissa’s mother, he wrote “never helped me and sought to alienate my children”. Clarissa’s sisters had married men either too old or too young, and her brother’s fault was to be “seeing Heather (one of Clarissa’s sisters) again”. As to his youngest daughter: “I leave no money to Clarissa, who was an afterthought and has twice caused me grievous bodily harm, and of whom I go in fear of my life.” The family contested the will to no avail.

It was Derby Day when Clarissa came home to find her mother dead. “It was a shock I quite simply couldn’t handle,” she recalled. She went to her boyfriend’s house and surprised everybody by pouring herself a large whisky: “I remember thinking 'Why have I waited so long? I’ve come home.’ I felt this enormous sense of relief.” Her “habit” soon consisted of two bottles of gin a day, and a bottle of vodka before she got out of bed. “Suddenly it was as if I’d done it,” she remembered of her consequent loss of ambition. “I could hear the eulogies at my memorial service in my head, so what was the point of actually going through the mechanics of doing it.” In 1980 she was charged with professional incompetence and practising without chambers; she was disbarred three years later.

Financially this presented no immediate hardship since her mother had left her a fortune. Yet by the age of 40, Clarissa Dickson Wright had blown it all on “yachts in the Caribbean, yachts in the Aegean, aeroplanes to the races – and drink”.
“If I’d had another £100,000,” she conceded, “I’d have been dead.” At rock bottom she went to the DSS to ask for somewhere to live, only to be told: “We’re not here for the likes of you, you know. You’re upper class, you’ve got a Law degree.”

She began to cook in other people’s houses. “Of course it’s only the upper classes who will become domestic servants now,” she reflected. “Other people feel it demeans them.” One day, when preparing to cook for a house party, she was on her knees, cleaning the floor. “I looked up,” she remembered, “and said 'Dear God, if you are up there, please do something.’” The next day she was arrested for refusing a breathalyser. “I was carted down the long drive just as the house party was coming up it. From then on, I was inexorably swept into recovery.” It took place at Robert Lefever’s Promis Recovery Centre at Nonington, not far from Canterbury. She retained an affection for Kent ever after.

Clarissa Dickson Wright owed her proportions to drinking six pints of tonic a day over 12 years, leading to “sticky blood” (a condition normally associated with people taking quinine tablets over a long period) and a very slow metabolism. Of the ungallant nature of the Two Fat Ladies title, she said: “Well there are two of us. I have a problem with 'Ladies’ as it sounds like a public convenience. But which bit do you object to? Are you saying I’m thin?” Her size did not deter suitors. “I get more offers now than when I was slender,” she said. “Especially from Australians. They’re crazy about me.” It could also be a formidable weapon. On Two Fat Ladies she was known as “Krakatoa” for her temper, and once put two would-be muggers in intensive care. “I didn’t go around beating people up,” she said, “but if people were aggressive to me, then I hit them.”

A knowledgeable food historian, she argued that the “use of anti-depressants is directly relatable to the decrease in use of animal fat (a stimulant of serotonin).” She did not own a television, but went across the road to watch the rugby. Her choice for Desert Island Discs ranged from The Drinking Song by Verdi to Ra Ra Rasputin by Boney M. The desert island of her imagination was “a Caribbean island during the cool season with lots of shellfish... and perhaps the odd hunky native that one could lure to the sound of music.”

Following the success of Two Fat Ladies, Clarissa Dickson Wright was elected a rector of Aberdeen University and opened a restaurant in the grounds of the Duke of Hamilton’s 16th-Century Lennoxlove House. Then, after Jennifer Paterson died in 1999, Clarissa Dickson Wright presented the One Man And His Dog Christmas Special. She later went on to appear (from 2000 to 2003) in the series Clarissa and the Countryman, with Johnny Scott. It was remarkably un-PC, but the real reason for the fact that the BBC dropped her, she claimed, was that she was too pro-hunting.

Her support for the Countryside Alliance did see her plead guilty to attending a hare coursing event in 2007. She had thought it legal as the greyhounds were muzzled and the magistrate gave her an absolute discharge. “I did not get a criminal record for that,” she said. “I was quite looking forward to going to jail in Yorkshire and writing the prison cookbook. It would have been a rest.” In 2012 she again raised eyebrows when she suggested that badgers shot in any cull should be eaten. Badgers, she noted, were once a popular bar snack: “I would have no objection to eating badgers. I have no objection to eating anything very much, really.”

Her autobiography, Spilling the Beans (in which she claimed, among other things, that she once had sex behind the Speaker’s chair in Parliament) was published in 2007. That and other ventures such as the “engaging county-by-county ramble” Clarissa’s England (2012), and a return to the small screen (filming a three-part series for BBC Four on breakfast, lunch and dinner) saw her finances steadily improve. One supermarket chain offered her an “awful lot of money” to promote it, but she could afford to turn it down. “I don’t regret it. I used to say that all I had left in life was my integrity and my cleavage. Now it’s just my integrity.”

Her faith was less well defined than her views on field sports. “I’m not a very good or compliant Catholic. I reserve my right to disagree. My ancestors fought with Cromwell. Other ancestors went with Guy Fawkes. So we’re bolshie on both sides.” She admitted attending Mass to “give thanks” and enjoyed AA meetings, describing them as “better than television”.

The love of her life was a Lloyd’s underwriter named Clive who died from a virus caught in Madeira. Latterly she said that she had a long-time admirer. “We are very companionable,” she noted. But they did not live together. “Heaven forfend! I don’t mind cooking his meals, but wash his socks? No.”

Effluent Man
17th Mar 2014, 23:35
If it is indeed true that she had sex behind the speaker's chair the person responsible should be tracked down and awarded a medal.

parabellum
18th Mar 2014, 01:58
If it is indeed true that she had sex behind the speaker's chair the person responsible should be tracked down and awarded a medal.


Seen a few pictures of her as an undergraduate etc. always a bit eccentric but well worth a "go"! :)

B Fraser
18th Mar 2014, 08:42
Clarissa Theresa Philomena Aileen Mary Josephine Agnes Elsie Trilby Louise Esmeralda Dickson Wright was born on June 24 1947, the youngest of four children. “My parents had great trouble deciding what to call me in the first place,” she explained about her abundant christening, “but then they were so delighted they had finally found a name, they got pissed on the way to the church.”

Somewhere there's a dinner party in full swing with Keith Floyd, Clement Freud and two larger ladies having one hell of a time. :ok:

Cacophonix
18th Mar 2014, 09:51
I hadn't realised Clement Freud had shuffled off this mortal coil! He always sounded like a lugubrious but infinitely civilised Basset Hound as he mournfully eviscerated his fellow competitors on 'Just a Minute' or cooked something superb to be eaten with a fine bottle of wine.

Floyd was always compulsive viewing and his slightly tipsy and irascible meanderings around the cooking pots of Europe was great television.

They are all missed.

Caco

rotornut
20th Mar 2014, 03:05
Loved them. And this is most appropriate for the Prune:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9J67BzouDec