Last night's episode was just ruddy awful, because:
- Tanya decided to have sex with Max whilst cooking dinner
- Max decided that he, his wife and 2 children should go on holiday, whilst the dinner is cooking. They all, rather peculiarly, packed their suitcases in 75 seconds (roughly)
- I thought the Max/Stacey affair was finally coming to an end. But oh no, just another thrilling half an hour of screaming, shouting and screeching
- Bradley tried to get Stacey to answer his questions. In an ideal world (ie not planet Walford), she would have just told him to eff off.
My other recent gripes:
- Peter/Phil/Ian/Ben were involved in a major car crash, which would have realistically left them for dead. But oh no, major after effects included Phil getting a bit of water in his ear, and Ian having a slightly sprained arm
- Phil not going mad when Billy let the video shop go bust, since he was going to let lively Ben have it when older
- The sudden influx of pyschopathic women (Stella, May, Shirley, Dot)
I'm doing some painting over the bank holiday. I might sit there and watch it dry whilst East bloody Enders is on. Far more entertaining, than watching an episode written by Stephanie Williams-Barringstoke or whatever the bloody writers are called nowadays
PS. Is it me or does Charlie Slater have bigger tits than Mo Harris?
