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. Here’s an extract from her funny, moving and frank memoir Bonkers .
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 tour and, in effect, the end of the act. For some reason – which on occasion we now regret – we had decided that, as we were ‘getting on’ and it was unlikely that any TV company would ever be able to provide us with a budget for another full French and Saunders series, we should go out with dignity.
In the tattoo parlour, Dawn and I have had some thoughts. I thought that perhaps we should have a tattoo of a gravestone with ‘F&S RIP’ on it. We could have it on our bottoms. Dawn thinks maybe something a bit prettier. Something written, perhaps. We really can’t make up our minds, so the nice tattoo artist – who, it would appear, has practised mainly on himself – says he will work up some suggestions.