"wood is talented."
Yes, she is talented. Like plenty of other people on New Faces, she'd have had a career as a music hall comedian before the war, or in working men's clubs later. Because that's what New Faces was: a sort of open audition for the Wheel Tapper's and Shunter's club.
But that's all. So with some bloody good people around her, and very good producers and, you can't help thinking, script editors, she managed to make some good sketch shows and some OK, but incredibly dated (Dinner Ladies is a seventies show thirty years too late) sit-coms. Plenty of other people could have, but she actually did, and fair play to her. And she did some gentle stand-up, at which she was actually rather good.
But the more she thought she was "the talent" (and in that interview, by God, she thinks she's the talent), and the more people were unwilling to say "not good enough", and the more good people were unwilling to play second fiddle to her with mediocre material, the worse things got. You could call this "John Cleese disease". So she's left shouting "but I'm still funny!", with the whiff of formaldehyde everywhere.
Victor Lewis Smith once attacked a comedian, I forget which, for going through old scripts, crossing out "Wilson" and writing in "Blair". You get that feeling from Victoria Wood: it's forever 1975. Factory Canteens, eh? We all know about those, eh? Eh? Eh?