aka One Fat Lady
Jennifer was one half of the Two Fat Ladies, a popular cooking
show here in Britain, and shockingly, because it happens so rarely, made it big
in America. Their show focused on making the lardiest, most buttery deep fried
dishes with complete disregard to health issues.
April 3rd (tomorrow) would have been Jennifer's 73rd birthday, so I thought it was appropriate to post this. My buddy Ryan and I
ventured out yesterday to take these pictures, because there has been a lot of
requests for her. So here you go.
Jennifer, with her partner, the twenty years-younger Clarissa Dickson
Wright, taped their last show at the Knowlsley Safari Park. A few weeks before,
Jennifer was feeling sick and lost her appetite, which was "not like
Jennifer. It's absolutely terrifying. It just wasn't apparent before
then." According to Clarissa. Jennifer was diagnosed with lung cancer. She
was a chain smoker.
Jennifer lived in a place called Ashley
Gardens, in London. Her apartment number was 180a.
Notice the little motorbike parked
outside. I thought that was a fitting touch, but there was an empty bag of
rice cakes blowing by, and I'm thought that was a touching bit of irony. You
see? Sometimes we do get it.
After she was diagnosed, she was taken to the Chelsea and Westminster
hospital. I didn't get pics of that, dammit. Completely forgot. Thankfully,
Findadeath friend Paul Bishop did, and here
Findadeath.com friend Tim
Chadwick sends this info:
She was a serious boozer and kept
smoking and drinking in hospital right up to the end (it's terminal cancer -
so why not?)....anyway a friend of hers phoned up to ask how she was
and Jennifer nonchalantly replied "I'm dying dear".
she died, her partner Clarissa went to visit, with a tin of caviar. Just before
she left home, she got a phone call telling her that Jennifer had passed away.
So, she ate it. "I didn't get a chance to say goodbye, so I stayed at
home and ate caviar in her memory." Atta girl. It was Wednesday August 10,
Her funeral was held at the Brompton
Oratory. Her coffin was
carried through these doors,
where 1000 family and friends attended her service. There was something going on
in there yesterday, well it was Sunday, so I couldn't take a
photograph of the inside, but Ryan and I did light a candle for the old dear.
One of the floral tributes included a bottle of scotch, with a note that
said, "Drink 'em dry up there." Next to her casket was her motorcycle
She is buried in Putney Vale Cemetery, in South London. Thanks Chuck.
February 2002 Findadeath.com friend Paul Morton sends
us this pic from London. Thanks Paul. Best to Nigel. It was a hoot
hanging out with you at Hollywood Forever.
Clarissa, the other half of the duo, said she will absolutely pursue a career
in television, but would not use the name One Fat Lady.
"Adopting the name One Fat Lady would be uncalled for."
A cute story I heard about them: Regarding a meal in an Italian restaurant,
Jennifer quipped to the waiter, "I asked for al-dente dear, not breaka-the-dente."
Recalling the same evening, Clarissa remembers, "The food was awful. They
couldn't even do simple pasta. At the end of the evening the owner tried to
present Jennifer with a Ferrero Rocher, claiming "I made them myself."
Jennifer drew herself up to her full height and thundered, "Then they're
bound to be disgusting!"
My buddy Ryan read somewhere that Jennifer willed her motor scooter to a
priest at the Oratory, and he kept it chained up outside the rectory. We
searched the area, with no luck. Jennifer did leave the Oratory (about
$400,000). Her will was written five days after entering the hospital.
It's no secret that Jennifer was a tippler and Clarissa was a recovering
alcoholic. Once I went to an awards ceremony, and the two of them were sitting
at the table next to mine. They were up for an award, and when they lost, they
spoke loudly of their displeasure, and left. Right in the middle of it. I
thought that was great. How many other people wanted to do the same thing?!
Balls of steel.
Findadeath.com friend Beca lets us know that
Jennifer was in a film once, called What Rats Won't Do. Coolness Beca.
More: Findadeath.com friend Jim Ed sends us this: Jennifer's original dream job was to be an actress. She was in the 1965 film "Fish and Millican" starring John Millican. I saw a very funny clip of the movie where a man (presumably Millican) throws a fish from a
bridge - and it lands directly in Jennifer's cleavage! She also worked for the hit TV series "Candid Camera" when it first debuted in the 1950s