EASTENDERS…

Proof of how much I love my wife…

Am I alone in not caring a damn that Shirley has drunk a bottle of vodka and has now passed out? Or that Billy’s wife is off to Canada after he hasn’t seen her for years anyway? Or that Jack had gone missing and luckily turned up on Strictly? Or David has stopped being a doctor on Holby or something and has been chucked out by Carol? Or that everybody spends their life in the Queen Vic instead of doing any work?

When I first got together with my darling wife (in whom I am well pleased) two things were made clear – I would become a fan of Milton Keynes, and no wry comments about concrete cows, and I would have to learn to love EastEnders. After that, all the wonders that is womanhood would be mine. So I did.

eastenders_275wThe EastEnders lot must be the only people who never talk about EastEnders.

Phil smiled the other night which is a sure sign that something ghastly will happen to him soon – probably with a groan of ‘Wass goinon?’ Shirley has made a miraculous recovery from the vodka, and her family don’t seem to mind at all, and a new chemist seems to have appeared from nowhere. Doom doom doom doom doom…

My attempts to say that Coronation Street was great in the early sixties, when it wasn’t called Corrie, and Ken Barlow went to University not uni, are shouted down with what I can only construe as ageist comments. And all because she wasn’t born then, and me… well I was about the same age as I am now. I know we’ll never bring back Ena Sharples and Martha Longhurst, and especially Mr Swindley – played to perfection by the wonderful Arthur Lowe. It’s difficult to imagine him saying ‘Wass goinon?’ when Miss Nugent comes fluttering in.

It isn’t what it used to be. And what about pop music nowadays? Don’t get me started…

robert-duncan-catoonist-logo150w