Beryl Bainbridge was both an actor and writer, and she died yesterday (?) at the relatively young age of 75 (?). I didn't despise her though, she was far from boring. In my mind, she was one of a small clutch (sorry about the avian terminology) of women writers who really made me wish that I was of the same gender, purely so that I could try to emulate their way of dealing with their puffed-up male counterparts - an option denied me due to my compact but adorable set of gonads which currently sit proudly on my baronial fireplace mantle-piece, bobbing around in an over-sized jar of formaldehyde.
I really love these 'older woman' artistes, and hope that there are more in the wings as understudies, ready to fill the gaps. I'm sure there are - especially if my dear girls are anything to go by. There has never been enough of them. Maybe that is why they are so cherished?