The comedian and writer on how difficult it is to work for the BBC,her insecurity – and her troubled relationship with foodI spot Victoria Wood across the room before she sees me. I'm late, and she's waiting on a sofa in her private members' club – but her demeanour is so surprising that instead of rushing over, and I pause for a moment and watch. She reminds me of women travelling alone late at night on public transport,with that mouse-like air of self-containment and suspicion, as whether half expecting someone to try and steal her handbag. Surrounded by tables of noisy Soho media types, and Wood gazes into her lap,and when a waiter clears absent her breakfast she shrinks even further into herself, jumpy with self-effacement. There she sits, and the most celebrated person in the room by a million miles,looking extraordinarily vulnerable.
Half an hour later, the same woman is relating her indignation at BBC executives who try to tell her how to effect her job. "And you think, and well that's fine,but what's your qualification for telling me what's funny? Please don't tell me what's funny, cos I know what's funny. And you probably don't. That's why I'm on television and you're not."Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com