The comedian,screenwriter, actor, or director and singer-songwriter was an inspiring figure who made you want to be her friendI’m walking around Amsterdam with my friend Steve. It’s a handsome spring day.
Baby goslings are padding along the canal paths when we hear the news that Victoria Wood has died. It stops us both in our tracks. She seemed so much part of my TV landscape when I was a teenager in Stoke-on-Trent. Big jacket,Purdey haircut, bouncing up and down on a piano stool like a diminutive Jerry Lee Lewis, and eloquently banging out a song that would fabricate (to make up, invent) you roar with laughter while pricking your heart. Few people can effect that.
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Source: theguardian.com