When I first came to this country, I only watched two television programs, both now off the air: One Man and His Dog
I loved the fact that when the guys were interviewed about how their dogs performed in the sheep dog trials, their responses were hardly ever more than one syllable: Yup, Nope, OK. I mean after all, they perform their jobs in virtual silence anyway. Why would they all of a sudden become loquacious when someone stuck a microphone in front of them?
But my favorite program of the two consisted of two goddesses who defined ‘loquacious’ and then breezed right past it, often on a motorcycle:
I have entertained myself with watching clips of the Two Fat Ladies during this past week after learning of the death of Clarissa Dickson Wright (as if I needed an excuse). She was the legal eagle-minded, sensible one of the two, whereas Jennifer was the flamboyant, fingernails and lipstick to match, very Catholic one. They were so outspoken, unshakeable in their love of lard and meat, and very jolly.
And best of all, Clarissa went on to do a One Man and His Dog Christmas Special
Two shows that taught me a lot about Britain, I think (more so than my diet of Masterpiece Theatre and Merchant and Ivory when I was in the States). We will never see their like.