
Sugden's Mrs. Slocombe made the world safe for pussy jokes, if nothing else; but there was so much else. She was a kind of crystallization of her kind, the randy widow who has her roots in The Canterbury Tales and Juliet's nurse and who today seems as distant a caricature as ... well, all the caricatures of vanished types that populate, so delightfully, Are You Being Served?
I don't know about you, but I miss old ladies. Today's septuagenarians and octogenarians (and beyond) are all very well, with their tracksuits and "active senior lifestyles," but they're hardly cosy. As I age, I like to think I'll keep Mrs. Slocombe and her ilk in mind and become one with them, a contented male old lady with a blue rinse and imperturbable calm...
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