I don't remember her as the 'Oxo Mum'. But I remember her in The Bill as a head of mob family. Very brave to stop treatment. RIP
It is a shame, she seemed like a decent type, she recorded a farewell special episode on Loose Women that's due to air on Wednesday, not sure if it will still go ahead. RIP
So sad that she never made it to Christmas like she wanted. She seemed like a nice lady. RIP Linda B. X Can I just add that cancer you are a bit of a **** actually.
Heard her on R5live just before her Breakfast interview and she spoke beautifully i only knew her as OXO mam and i remember her xmas adverts were adverts to not wander off to put the kettle on for RIP Linda
As a child, I loved All Creatures Great and Small. And even the Oxo ads have some quirky 1980s Christmas nostalgia about them. RIP Lynda - very brave.
My childhood was the ‘80s: by the time the decade ended I was teenager, so those adverts and other snippets of popular culture hold special resonance for me (and many others no doubt). Big part of me would love to go back to the 1980s and those Christmases. On the Oxo adverts, seem to recall a bonfire night one, where the (typically potrayed) dopey dad makes some sort of unfunny bangers/fireworks word play gag which briefly alarms the fussy and annoying daughter. From memory, this might have been the dads only ever victory.
We must be more or less the same age then mate, as I turned 13 in 1989. I only really remember the advert where 'Lynda's' daughter placed a gloved hand on her shoulder making her jump. Ending with the tagline 'mummy made the gravy'. Circa 1983. Bloody hell how sad am I remembering that? Think I got a Big Trak that year and spent Christmas with relatives in Brough.
Yeh, I remember that advert too and my memories are equally as trivial – or is it just the power of advertising? Big Trak? Is that the remote control thing that was advertised as like a robot from the future? Think it was delivering an apple to some kid, whilst frightening the dog, unless I’m thinking of summat else. Blimey, the battery useage pain that must have caused.
.... - yep that's the one! Though I seem to remember the advert was a Big Trak delivering an apple to a Dad from its Trailer. And as for batteries - it was something like 6 D Cells that lasted about 10 minutes between replacements. I remember programming it to go the entire distance of our school playground and the fresh batteries at the start ran out before it completed the distance. I still want one now though!
Cancer is terrible and I can imagine that she's seen somebody lose their life to it and has been very brave to say your not taking my dignity away from me! That's what it does, I lost my dad and I will carry them last days around with me forever! RIP very brave.
sorry to diverge from Lindas page , but 80s memories are sort of related . the Big Trak , is that the one with "programmable" directions , by selecting different coloured cards that dictate its course ? Edit , Ive seen it now , i think the number pad confused my memory with another robot toy with cards
Batteries were the bane in them days. The dreaded but consistent ‘batteries not included’ stamp, but not only that, you’d be lucky to get a plug with an electrical purchase. As a kid, I think I only remember once having the luxury of playing Operation with batteries. But I do also remember the purchase of an ‘adaptor’ allowing seemingly infinite hours on the likes of Astro Wars as opposed to battery death horror.
I was lucky to meet her briefly once and she was as lovely as she appeared to be on TV - very down to earth. RIP Linda
I feel your pain, I really do! I lost my Dad (see Avatar) to it too last year, and tbh I probably over-indulged with the tribute postings on this forum, but I think that was a coping mechanism at the time. Mercifully for us it was very quick but I still spent the last two weeks of his life actually hoping that every phone call I received was the news that he had passed on. I mean I spent two weeks actually hoping he would die quickly - it was horrible. And I also know what you mean about carrying those last days around forever - I have some haunting memories from the time. It is a truly evil disease.