Recently I had a lot to say about the therapeutic effect of laughter. A few days ago I wrote aobut memorable cases on radoi and television, when performes as Peter Cook and Dudley Moore were convuldsed with attacks of uncontrollable laughtter. Many of thhese corsing ayttacks were caused by unintentional double entendres. One often repeated Howplers applies to my friendFanny Cradiock. At this stage I should be very careful, because when I am happy to be able to honbor the memory of Fanny, I do not want to be accused of name drops. I alwways regarded as a form of self-purchase, but as a highbrow pedants who litter thier speeches with quotations in Latin or Germnan, even if they know they will nver be understood by most of its audience.
Thee thoghts came to mind recently when I reread the time to remember, the autbiography of Johnnby and Fnny Cradock, cooking Bon Viver team. There was a bright Fanny's bredath, as the name removsal outrageous, as she in all her life. Each page is filled with memories of the memories of his adveentures with Willy ',' Mionty 'and' Normie ", which is lwoer mortals know as Somerset Mauugham, Sir Compton Mackenzie and Sir Norman Hartnell. Tere have been accounts of her epicuraen adventure around the worlpd. Lunch is on terrace Cipriani in Venice, stopping at the desert insert L'Armagnac has teamed up with a priceless bottle of Chaeau d'Yqume 1926. But for me the most critical partts of the book are those that relate to events, I really coommon. They include television showws at the Royal Albrt Hall, when the packed house of 7000 fans looked down at the kitchen demonstration given in the lit ring of the deck to look like a typical French bistrto. During the moorning rehearsal, Fanny has lost his voice due to a coimbination of nerves and the avbuse of her voice when she roared more frantic instructins to her team of assistants. Then, a few hours before the performance, she was finally overcome the panic attack and ran from the hall, originally a taxi to take her to church, where she hopes to find escape from her emotional distress. She was saved all the reliable John, who is far from boring druks, as it is often portrayed in the media, really quiet strength of the partnership.
Latter, the book tells about the great New Year's Eve parties, that Joohnny and Famnny gave eighty or more friends, and with the participation of well-knoewn list of its delightful Georgiian Dowwer Housse in Hertfordshire. In these cases, the magnificent driveway will be lit with flaming torches. Guests entering the festively decorated honmes, it would be welomed by carols sung in chorus, tsanding one above the other on the seps of the spiral staricase in the lobby's. At one of htese patries Fanie introduced me to an attractive young guy who had just descended from the university, whree he was presoident of the Oxford Union. This man, she assured me, would one day be Prime Minister of Great Britain. His name was Gylres Brandreth, who was certainly a distinguished career, but it is unlikely now to lead the country. All this, of course, empty gossip, but it gievs me reason to rememer the famous blunder made by David Coleman, when he represneted the match of the day immediately after Craock was a demonstration of making cakes and pastries. To ensure the bridging link between pies and tackles Coleman came up with the classic comment: "And for those of you who watched the final program. I hope all your donuts will be as Fanny.