Maureen Lipman

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Why my wedding presents are all headed for Ukraine

As a baby boomer, I’d never experienced a whiff of ‘you people’ in my life

Maureen’s off to see her daughter’s play

Supportive messages from non-Jews filled my inbox. All I could reply was ‘Thank you. It begins. Again’

The Producers made us feel clubbily Jewish, very grown up, very cool and very hip

Maureen attends a first night and the funeral of a duchess

I’m as happy as any blushing bride with a husband with an elephantine foot has ever been

Maureen’s turned into Nurse Ratchett

The bride wore Moët & Chandon

Mazeltov to our columnist Maureen Lipman who married her fiance David this weekend. But first came two aufrufs and an ‘old boiler’ hen night.

Maybe clipping my own coriander and knowing what de-glazing means is about to grow on me

‘Mum never taught me anything about cooking other than the joy of licking out an enamel baking bowl’

Oh, the innocence of listening to a ventriloquist… on the radio

In Paris I walked my feet to platters of pain, now I’m back – my back!

What to do when your back is killing you?

Flamenco in Manchester – I stopped breathing for centuries

I'm reviewing the situation …can Fagin be a villain all his life?

A trip to the theatre has Maureen musing on her heroes

The headline said ‘Minorities win.’ Game, set, mind