SWEETIE, DARLING Jennifer’s still Ab Fab!
Jennifer Saunders recently found her five-year-old grandson Bertie staring at her oddly. “I said, ‘Is there something wrong? What is it?’” Bertie kept looking at his grandmother, his gaze focused at a point just below her chin.
“Are you growing a beard?” Jennifer recounts he asked, breaking into laughter. “I had one little black hair here,” she points at the underside of her chin. “But I couldn’t see it. It made me laugh so much.”
At 61, Jennifer is strikingly gorgeous – chin fluff and all. She arrives at her Central London private members’ club with hair that looks tousled yet blow-dried, wearing trainers and a flappy jacket-cum-cardigan that fashion journalists would call ‘artfully draped’.
It’s 1.30pm and the first thing she does is order a gin and tonic, which arrives in a giant fishbowl of a glass. “Oh lovely,” she says, taking a swig.
Her skin is so unlined and clear that, although it’s not normal to start an interview by rhapsodising about a woman’s epidermis, specifics of her routine are needed.
“I do as little as possible,” she says. “I have always used Clarins cleanser and toner and a light moisturiser… I
