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‘IT WAS THE BEST THERAPY I’VE EVER HAD!’
BY ANCHOR
History books offer various theories as to when humans first started talking to each other. Estimates range from around 50,000 to 200,000 years ago. But regardless of the timeline, it’s highly likely it was a woman who got the conversation started and, ever since, the female of the species has always found a way to talk. Which may explain why, in the throwaway landscape of television,
Loose Women has remained a much-loved fixture on our screens for 20 years.
The lifeblood of the show has always been its ability to showcase female conversation – casting a panel of women from all backgrounds and life stages to get tongues wagging about the issues of the day.
By the time I joined Loose Women a decade ago, the team had spent ten years working up probably the warmest, most familiar relationship with an audience of any show I’ve worked on.
As TV institutions go, it was up there with joining the cast of Coronation Street or EastEnders. Stepping into a show I’d spent years watching, with women I felt as though I knew and yet had never met, I was terrified!
My imposter syndrome hit new heights. Would they like me? Would the audience find me as irritating as I find myself? Would I be able to hold my own among the sassy, razor-sharp women who were the linchpins of the show?
But I needn’t have worried. In true Loose Women style, I was broken in with a girls’ night out where the booze and conversation flowed. By the time I started on air the following week, the hangover had passed (just!) and what followed were some of my happiest times professionally.
The show was at its peak, going on to win its first National Television Award that year. This was a vote of confidence to keep doing what it was doing, and to hell with the critics who dismissed it as ‘man bashing’ and ‘sexist’.
But for all its simplicity – four women talking – the show is not an easy one to make. By the time it airs at 12.30pm, the news agenda has already been through exhaustive cycles on Good Morning Britain, BBC Breakfast, Lorraine and This Morning. So the task for Loose Women is always to lean into the day’s events, while re-energising them through a female lens.
The production team arrive in the early hours of the morning to assemble the most relevant stories of the day, which are then put to the on-screen panel in the daily 8.30am meeting to ascertain which topics make it to air four hours later.
The turnaround is fast and furious and the meeting is awash with coffee, toast and lively debate. Bleary-eyed, animated exchanges that drilled into our many different life experiences were shared with the love, challenge and support women do so well. At times they were up there with the best therapy sessions I’ve ever had.
If a topic was something we all agreed on, it didn’t work. Loose Women is a debate show and without differing viewpoints it’s just four people agreeing on something.
For that reason, working on the show was so enriching in terms of building friendships with women I may never have otherwise come into contact with, yet who added so much value and perspective to my way of thinking.
We were cast to be professional mates – and wonderful, unlikely friendships grew from that pool of women. We shared so much of our lives in those morning meetings and on screen that intimacy and trust built quickly.
When I joined the show I was a relatively new mum, sleep-deprived and full of love and the promise of my new life as a soon-to-be wife. But across my time as a Loose Woman I separated from the father of my son Ben and became a single mother.
As a result, I would often find myself swallowing tears as we delved into topics that crossed over into my troubled home life. And every time I felt my professional poise slip and my voice cracked or a lone tear streaked down my cheek, I was almost rugby-tackled with a wall of support from the women I sat alongside who offered up care, advice and, often, a much-needed hug.
For many, be it Lynda Bellingham or Coleen Nolan, they’d been there and come through the other side as single parents. And their shared experiences and pearls of wisdom were more helpful than they’ll ever know.
Sometimes I needed to hear the battle cry of Carol McGiffin to restore my sense of fight. Or the hours of listening, caring conversation offered by the likes of Denise Welch, Jane McDonald or Lisa Maxwell, who’d call me at home to ‘just see how you are’.
For me, that’s a large part of why Loose Women is still thriving – because it celebrates women’s women. The kind of women who mirror the audience’s own friendship groups.
Jane McDonald was one of the ‘Loose Legends’. Her years working crowds in clubs and then on cruise ships had given her a shorthand with the Loose Women audience. She was funny, passionate, kind and whip-smart, with a bank of cracking one-liners.
I remember being with Jane in the Groucho Club – a media hangout a million miles from her native Wakefield. The staff had stars in their eyes, falling over themselves to please her.
‘Is everything to your liking?’ asked one wide-eyed waiter.
‘Oh yes, love,’ she said. ‘I feel right at home… we don’t decorate much either.’
Loose Women was my first taste of daytime television, having spent years on the shiny floors of Saturday-night shows such as
Don’t Try This at Home!, Pop Idol and The X Factor. The relationship with the audience couldn’t have been more different. Before, people would whisper, point or try to take