It’s not every day a stark naked person tells you what you’ve done for Israel
I never learned the skill of being unselfconsciously naked in a room full of women.
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Maureen Lipman
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I told A A Gill I hated him – after that, he became my champion in print
There was Gill, standing alone by a laurel bush. “Don’t even think about it,” my daughter hissed.
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It’s Rosh Hashana, but the year 5777 doesn’t begin smoothly for me
Readers, forget the 80 minutes for an ambulance. This was Sunday night in A&E.
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Telling Tales
An identity crisis has followed me, from the ice cream shop to the home of the blue-footed boobies.
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One day, I took a boat ride in Ireland – without knowing it, I drifted into the life of a grieving man
When you appear in a play, you get all sorts of letters. This one broke my heart.
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Forty pairs of abandoned knickers: Maureen Lipman on the Fab Four in Hull
In the second half, John Lennon stepped forward to the mike, thighs straining against his shiny and confining suit. He…
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Maureen Lipman: we all need a shoulder to whine on
The beautiful enigma of empathy and our capacity for creativity are what define us.
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