Bonkers: My Life in Laughs

Bonkers: My Life in Laughs

Language: English

Pages: 304

ISBN: 0241967260

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The hilarious, touching life story of the creator of AbFab and one of most brilliant minds in comedy

Jennifer Saunders' comic creations have brought joy to millions. From Comic Strip to Comic Relief, from Bolly-swilling Edina in Ab Fab to her takes on Madonna or Mamma Mia, her characters are household names. But it's Jennifer herself who has a place in all our hearts. This is her funny, moving, and frankly bonkers memoir, filled with laughter, friends, and occasional heartache—but never misery. This memoir is full of riotous adventures: accidentally enrolling on a teacher training course with a young Dawn French, bluffing her way to each BBC series, shooting Lulu, trading wild faxes with Joanna Lumley, and touring India with Ruby Wax and Goldie Hawn. There's cancer, too, when she becomes "Brave Jen." But her biggest battle is with the bane of her life: the Laws of Procrastination. As she admits, "There has never been a Plan. Everything has been fairly random, happened by accident or just fallen into place. I'm off now, to do some sweeping." Prepare to chuckle, whoop, and go bonkers.

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missing the Royal Geographical Society by inches before she finally regained control. Back in the egg, nothing much is happening. I’m not aware of any hatchings. I can hear some whisperings and some chick noises, but no ripping paper. Dawn French is in one of the eggs. Dawn French, later to be ‘off the teleovision’ and my comedy partner. Much has been made (mainly by me, I suspect) of the fact that, when Dawn and I first met at college, we hated each other on sight. This isn’t true. We were

were taken to rooms, and Goldie and her team were served drinks. In her manic way, Parmesh could not do enough for us. At one point she decided we should have caviar. She snapped her fingers. ‘Caviar for Goldie and her team! Caviar!’ One of the men serving shook his head, but Parmesh wouldn’t relent; she knew that she had caviar left over from her daughter’s wedding, and we were to have it – at four o’clock in the morning. Now! Caviar! The staff went off shaking their heads, but duly arrived

February 1998 Darling girl, Call me and send me what you have got. You owe me some pages this Monday. Let me know what you think and we can discuss it. I love you and think of you and because I have these sentiments I refuse to let you rest! Work! Work! Write shit if you have to, just WRITE! XXX FAX TO: Goldie Hawn FAX FROM: Jennifer Saunders DATE: 9 February 1998 Baby Delivery Report for Attention of Mrs Hawns (eventual mother) Monday, February 9th a.m. Labour now reaching third stage

Baddy fox has been and there may have to be a total recast. FIFTEEN Dawn and I are in a tattoo parlour. In Auckland. She is in another room and sounds in pain. It is 2009, the last leg of our final ‘Still Alive’ tour. We’ve been driving past this tattoo parlour with its bright neon sign every night, en route to the theatre. I don’t know how it happened, but Dawn and I seem to have had the same idea at the same time. We had been trying to think of something to do to mark the end of the

and sending him out as an example of how vicars should be. (Bear in mind, I am talking as a hedging-their-bets agnostic.) He put the congregation at their ease and told them they were free to move about and get closer if they wanted, to see all the good bits. No one was confined to pews behind pillars. He made it inclusive and emotional, meaningful but never solemn, and we all left the church on a high. The sun shone all day. We were lucky, because it had rained solidly the week before. Once the

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