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Another star of Grace Bros finally free

As regular readers know, I only do obituaries in exceptional circumstances. Like many people, I watched Wendy Richard play Pauline Fowler in Eastenders - particularly in the early days, when I was more of an avid fan of the schmaltzy London soap. If I'm honest though, my fondest memories are of her role in one of Britain's greatest 70s sitcoms, Are you being served?

Her character Miss Brahms was the cockney eye candy of Grace Brothers, who fell under the watchful eye of Mrs Slocombe on the ladies' counter. If knickers were down in a sale, you could rely on these two ladies to bring it to the attention of any passing customer.

In a sad twist of fate, the actress Mollie Sugden - who's now approaching 87 - has managed to outlive her glamorous junior assistant. It seems somehow unfair, but then retail has always been a tough old business. As Wendy wends her way to the very top floor of the celestial department store, she and John Inman will no doubt recall the immortal words of Young Mr Grace: "I think you've all done very well!"

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