Alas! It is 29 years since the world was deprived of one of its more colourful culinary characters: Phyllis Nan Sortain Pechey – better known as double bigamist, child abandoner, amphetamine user, dangerous driver and celebrity cook Fanny Cradock
Fanny’s eccentricities presented themselves early. She was sent to private schools, where – according to her Telegraph obituary – she “was on intimate terms with the court of Louis XIV”. She was expelled from one for encouraging her fellow pupils to contact the spirit world
She eloped with her first husband, a pilot, when she was 17, but his plane crashed a few months after the wedding – or a few days, according to Fanny: “I married on Wednesday, settled his debts on Friday and he died on Sunday.” Either way, she was a pregnant widow
According to the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography, she took an understandable desire to prioritise putting food on the table to... questionable lengths
She then married civil engineer Arthur Chapman, had another son, Christopher, and “when this second son was four months old, she abandoned them both”. As the Telegraph says: this marriage is “not mentioned in her highly unreliable memoirs”
(To be fair to her, in ‘Fabulous Fanny Cradock: TV's Outrageous Queen of Cuisine’, biographer Clive Ellis says “she was so poor that she was forced to give up her elder son to his paternal grandparents” )telegraph.co.uk/foodanddrink/r…
Chapman either was, or became, a Catholic, so wouldn’t grant her a divorce, so when she married her third husband, Gregory Dye, it was bigamous – although she did leave him a few weeks later for the love of her life, Major John Cradock (who was married with four children)
She had lived with her grandparents as a teenager, and earned her keep by cooking every night (while dressed for dinner, at their insistence – a habit which stuck), but wartime was when she learned to be truly creative in the kitchen. The Telegraph again:
She also wrote bodice-rippers, and then became a cookery writer after the war. Live touring cookery demonstrations followed, and then – after a nose job from plastic surgery legend Sir Archibald McIndoe – television
From the 1950s to the 70s, they encouraged culinary adventure in postwar Britain, and (ODNB again) “developed Johnny’s character as the subservient sidekick, good only for handing Fanny her frying pan and knowing which wine to serve”
Her attitude to the amateur (but clearly gifted) cook who had won a contest to prepare a feast for Edward Heath was a bit rich coming from someone whose “speciality [at home] was a dish called ‘Dog’s Dinner’: mashed sardines and boiled egg, squashed onto brown bread”
But, intriguingly, she was an early pioneer of organic food. Ellis says “she campaigned against artificial flavourings and fertilisers”, and her tomatoes at home were raised on a feed made from tea and urine, nicknamed... er, “Madam’s Tonic”
Still, she was a... challenging person
This was not the last time she would be on the wrong side of the law, or indeed the road
By this time, she and Johnny had married – in 1977, because she had, apparently, heard that the troublesome Catholic second husband had died. He hadn’t, making this a second bigamous marriage – although she was never prosecuted for that
After her death her ‘erratic’ behaviour was put down to a diet of amphetamines (to suppress her appetite, despite assurances to viewers that her food wouldn’t make them fat) and downers (to allow her to sleep after all that speed)
In 1987, she went missing for seven days during another court case, this time over £80,000 worth of jewellery stolen from her house. When she turned up, she blamed the police for not looking for her, claiming she’d been at home all the time
Her story even has a weird footnote: her daughter-in-law Nicky de Peche Cradock was once Kingsley Amis’ lodger – and “ went to bed with both Kingsley and his oldest son, Philip, who was then aged 14” theomnivore.com/craig-brown-on…
That can’t be attributed to anything in the genes, of course, but still: interesting family
4 August! 446th anniversary of the documented and very real appearance of the Terrifying! Satanic! One-Eyed! ghost dog Black Shuck at two churches in Suffolk, where he wilfully murdered “two persons, as they were kneeling uppon their knees, and occupied in prayer”
We know this happened, because a pamphlet was published (which I haven’t been able to find a copy of, so I’ve put the text in an old-looking typeface). Apparently, at 9am, there was a huge thunderstorm, and the beast manifested himself at St Mary’s Church, Bungay
The dog, being, as he was, yer actual Satan, was not content with merely putting the frighteners on people https://t.co/nZRgDrZF47simonsherwood.co.uk/Bungay.htm
21 May – the anniversary of an unusual synod. It was 641 years ago, and involved heresy, nonconformism, and an earthquake in the Straits of Dover. The full story also takes in a little light beheading and posthumous excommunication...
The men of the cloth were gathering to try renegade priest John Wycliffe, who had dangerous ideas about translating the Bible into English, opposing the wealth and power of the church, and – gasp! – rejecting transubstantiation
Putting the Bible above the church was just about OK, but suggesting that the communion bread didn’t literally turn into a bit of Jesus was beyond the pale, so holy chaps gathered at Greyfriars in London to have it out with him, WHEN SUDDENLY...
Today is the 113th anniversary of a small dog taking part in Edward VII’s funeral procession, which “endeared him to the nation” and gave rise to one of the most powerful literary emetics ever published
According to the Victoria & Albert Museum, “The King and Cæsar adored each other and were inseparable. Following The King’s death in May 1910, Cæsar was inconsolable and roamed the corridors of Buckingham Palace looking for his master” vam.ac.uk/articles/caesa…
When he walked “behind the carriage that held the coffin, alongside a Highland soldier”, previously rigid upper lips across the land began to undulate with emotion
Ah, 20 May: 86th anniversary of some of the most splendid radio commentary ever delivered. You may have heard it before, but it is always joyful. “When I say lit up, I mean lit up by fairy lamps!”
Lt. Cdr. Thomas Woodrooffe was “aloft in the foretop” (not a euphemism, but it should be) to commentate on the Coronation Review of the Fleet at Spithead. Being ex-navy, he’d met up with old colleagues beforehand and had... one or two sharpeners theguardian.com/media/organgri…
The occasion may have been the source – or at least, is one of the earliest appearances – of the phrase ‘tired and emotional’ to mean shitfaced, and led to a week’s suspension, but Woodrooffe was not deterred from broadcasting
Ah! 19 May – the feast day of St Dunstan, of course, famous for grasping Satan by the nose with a pair of hot tongs
That joyous illustration is from William Hone’s The Every-Day Book (1825), which also reproduced a folk rhyme about the incident
But why – as I’m sure you’re asking – was Satan manifesting himself to some random monk? Well, thanks to @ClerkofOxford, I can tell you. Initially, you see, Dunstan wasn’t any old man of the cloth. He was favoured by King Æthelstan aclerkofoxford.blogspot.com/2012/05/storie…
Ah! 19 April – 123rd anniversary of the day William Butler Yeats kicked Aleister Crowley downstairs in the Battle of Blythe Road – a fight for control of the British branch of the not-at-all-ridiculous Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn
The Hermetic Order of Fabricated Nonsense was founded by a trio of late-19th century freemasons on the unreliable foundations of the Cypher Manuscripts – a collection of coded piffle of dubious origin about Qabalah, astrology, tarot, geomancy, and alchemy en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermetic_…
...so, you’d expect Big Mad Al to be into it, naturally. Yeats was keen on magic, too, but for reasons more related to the idea that mystical woo might explain life and the universe to him – whereas Crowley wanted to use it to amass power and influence