I used to go to a SW that was run by a woman who looked like Marjorie from Fat Fighters' slightly slimmer cousin. She was Jewish, as were almost all of the people who went, and the week after Yom Kippur was asking everyone in very solicitous tones, how the fast had been for them. The woman in front of me in the weighing queue was black, and Marj started saying "How was..." then looked up and continued "err, err, your week, dear?" She also had a tendency to shout at anyone foreign, and I often wondered if Fat Fighters' Marjorie was based on her.
Love the frock, Herbs, it looks great on you. And well done, Rose, for the major weight loss. I fell off the wagon with a big crash last night, as I was out with friends who drink like there is no tomorrow. I managed to get away with only four glasses (pub sized smallish glass), felt pissed after the second and sick after the fourth. They had five bottles (one consumed before I arrived, and my four glasses came out of these) and went on to have more wine with dinner. 