As you raise your eye-brows and turn off the breaking news alarm that’s been ringing for the last 12 hours here I come stumbling over a hangover to tell you that TV chef Clarissa Dickson has gone up to heaven.
When I first heard that Clarissa had passed away, I was on step one of the fast track program to getting shit faced but I immediately stopped myself and made an iced tea instead.
Clarissa Theresa Philomena Aileen Mary Josephine Agnes Elsie Trilby Louise Esmerelda Dickson-Wright, died on Staurday at Edinburgh’s Royal Infirmary hospital at the age of just 66. She was surrounded by her closest family and had been poorly for some time.
Clarissa was famous for living in Edinburgh, writing lots of cook books, being a dis-barred barrister, humping on an MP (behind the speakers chair in the House of Commons) and for being the other half of the hit TV series, Two Fat Ladies.
In a statement, Clarissa’s agent said:
“In recent years, Clarissa often said: “I’ve had a fantastic life and I’ve done everything I could have wanted to do and more”.
During her time in hospital, she was endlessly touched and impressed by the care of the doctors, nurses and support staff, aware of the pressure under which they worked and the fact that sometimes their work was not as valued as it should have been.
Only a couple of weeks before her death, she was ringing friends asking them to check the occasional general knowledge crossword clue she was struggling with.
Loved dearly by her friends and many fans all over the world, Clarissa was utterly non-PC and fought for what she believed in, always, with no thought to her own personal cost.
Her fun and laughter, extraordinary learning and intelligence, will be missed always, by so many of us.”
What a shot of sadness. I’d like to think that Clarissa went peacefully in her sleep. I’d also like to think that after you die, you really don’t give a damn that you died because you’re up there in heaven working out the Times crossword puzzle with the angels.
Rest in Peace, Clarissa.