Maureen Lipman is a very funny lady, and I'm very pleased that rumours of her death have been exaggerated.
Here's an extract from the foreword she wrote for "Grumpy Old Women" book. I think most female fans who stop off at motorway service station loos on the way to Elland Road, Turf Moor, etc will empathise with this:
"My next grumpy moment occurs in the lavatory, where I become engaged in hand-to-hand combat with an industrial-sized toilet-roll applicator the size of Pavarotti. There I am, bent over, my hand curved back on itself like a Balinese temple dancer, flailing away at a perforated piece of paper I can neither see nor reach".
Here's an extract from the foreword she wrote for "Grumpy Old Women" book. I think most female fans who stop off at motorway service station loos on the way to Elland Road, Turf Moor, etc will empathise with this:
"My next grumpy moment occurs in the lavatory, where I become engaged in hand-to-hand combat with an industrial-sized toilet-roll applicator the size of Pavarotti. There I am, bent over, my hand curved back on itself like a Balinese temple dancer, flailing away at a perforated piece of paper I can neither see nor reach".