Did anybody not love Clarissa Dickson Wright, one of the two big-boned ladies, whose death has just been reported?
Her battles with alcohol are pretty well documented, not least by herself, and are sad in their way, but I'm still deeply amused by the story of how she and her pals once got so drunk on Christmas Day morning that they forgot to put the turkey in the oven.
Clarissa then had a brilliant idea. Why not set the oven to self-cleaning mode, which gets up to about 500 degrees C, 900 degrees F? That would surely get the bird cooked quickly.
I wonder if it did. Clarissa and her friends never found out. They were so drunk that they again forgot all about the turkey.