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Victoria Wood will live in all of our hearts forever because, to put it quite simply, she just 'got' people

By Grace Dent

Published 23/04/2016

Victorious Wood: the comedian receiving her CBE at Buckingham Palace. Her work was a triumph, turning the banal into clever entertainment
Victorious Wood: the comedian receiving her CBE at Buckingham Palace. Her work was a triumph, turning the banal into clever entertainment

Victoria Wood's death at the age of 62 has left so many of us winded, teary and feeling distinctly short-changed. Wood was one of Britain's finest-ever performers, but, more accurately, she was a sublime and unparalleled crafter of words.

From As Seen On TV through to her stoic sisterhood on Dinnerladies. From her first fledgling spots on That's Life, when little girls like me sat with wet hair from their Sunday night bath, to the word-perfect ITV An Audience With ... which finishes with a clattering ode to thwarted Northern lust, Let's Do It.

Wood from the outset was my hero - although, of course, I shared her with a nation. She was a mischievous observer of the banal; of office politics, ageing parents and the realities of love.

She could rattle off one-liners which delighted us the first time, but - with the advent of VHS and, later, YouTube - went on to withstand decades of repeat viewing.

"First night of our honeymoon," says Julie Walters in an Eighties' sketch featuring northern health spa attendants by a grotty plunge pool, "He was down't shed making an hutch." "An hutch?", replied Wood, "What for?" "Bugger only knows," Walters says, defeated. It's a line about the quiet misery of co-habiting which has stayed with me a lifetime.

Wood, quite simply, got people. She celebrated the imperfect nature of the British way; how each one of us at any given time is grimly holding on.

Each time I'm forced to find a last minute outfit in a crowded shopping mall, Wood's triumphant song Shopping, circles my mind. "I'll tell you sisters and I'll tell you true," wails a British housewife, on her last nerve. "You can't get uplift bras in turquoise blue!"

Wood could certainly be political - her biteback against the slimming industry in documentary form made brilliant viewing - and she could also write straight, darkly thoughtful drama, as the Bafta-winning Housewife, 49, proved.

But, personally, I shall always love her for her funny bones. And how she trailblazed, in the 1980s, for normal, northern women being cleverly funny about drab things, at a time when almost everything else I watched seemed male, posh or about worlds far away.

On hearing the news of Wood's death, I sat down with a cup of tea and re-watched, for maybe the 100th time since 1985, Wood's Piecrust Players monologue. Here, Julie Walters is a cranky, bossy regional, amateur dramatics director stood in community hall giving feedback on their very wonky version of Hamlet.

Wood excelled at writing working class folk aspiring to do lofty things, such as entering fancy organic cafes, attempting cross-channel swimming, or becoming entrepreneurial "phone deodorisers", but falling slightly short.

In the Hamlet sketch, Walters' character is finding the Piecrust Players attempt at the Bard slightly sub-par.

"That lovely line? There's Rosemary, that's for remembrance?" she tuts. "It's no use just bunging a few herbs around going 'Don't mind me I'm a loony'!"

This monologue, so typical of Wood, sparkles with light and life. We all heard tales of Wood writing, re-writing and tolerating not an ounce of spare fat in her scripts. She was a perfectionist.

For further proof of this, please enjoy one of her greatest creations, Kitty, played in As Seen on TV by Patricia Routledge. Here, Wood nails the formidable, parochial north west Women's Institute types who ran Brownie troops, whist drives and pie 'n' pea evenings.

"If I were Prime Minister," Kitty would say, straight to camera, always in a rush to be somewhere else, "and thank goodness I'm not, because I've been the length and breadth of Downing Street and never spotted a decent wool shop."

She harnessed in words the gleeful menace of the pragmatic British matriarch. Our nation of Kitty-types is diminishing - and now Wood has left us too. But she'll live on in our hearts forever.

Like the brilliant, indomitable women she created, a small thing like death won't keep her down.

Belfast Telegraph

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