No. Just no. Shout shout shout and nobody listening to anything anyone else says.
Who is this new scriptwriter Liz John, where did they find her and when does she leave?
No. Just no. Shout shout shout and nobody listening to anything anyone else says.
Who is this new scriptwriter Liz John, where did they find her and when does she leave?
Who could have guessed that Pip wouldnât be able to get a word in edgeways? Clever, that, and highly original. This Liz John should go far.
strewth
Apart from that, Mrs Lincoln, I really enjoyed the episode. The Ruth/Helen mutual mud-slinging didnât go on long enough, but we canât have everything.
I would have enjoyed each individual bit of it if they had been spread out over the week, instead of it all being one long row between every speaking character in the entire episode as far as I could make out.
What happened to pacing?
Gus, that was just occasion 27,676,238,978,348,276,869,238,482,374 in The Archers in which one person has something they need to tell another, says, âThere is something I need to tell you,â and is then prevented from saying it, either by someone else butting in or by the person they need to tell ignoring them and talking about something else. Very, very stale. It was an old SW ploy back in about 1957.
That was rather the point I was hoping to make.
I know it was all spoilt at the end with that soap cliché, but I am still relishing Susan telling Helen (who will be 38 in ten days time) that she was near-as-dammit 40 and, I dare say mentally shaving a decade off her own age, placing herself and Helen in the same age bracket. Well done, Susan!
Whatâs with all the Anniversary of Stab Night about? Do people really think in terms of âthis time last year I was making the tuna bake, burning the custard, stabbing my husbandâ? And Usha of all people mentioning The Anniversary since she was strangely absent during the events after Stab Night.
Sorry, Gus. I am feeling slightly ruffled; I was foolishly hoping things might look up in TA this year, but today was not a pleasure to listen to. It was full of people making other people feel bad and being nasty, and I donât find that particularly entertaining.
Some of them do, I think. Well, I do, anyway. Even if I donât particularly want to.
It was good work on the part of Susan. My loathing of Susan is so extreme that I wouldnât have given her credit for it, so thank you for making the point.
Ruffling is bad for scales. Have some soothing pondweed poultice, you poor Fish.
I have to say that as almost everyone tonight that was being made to feel bad is someone I loathe, I didnât mind one bit. Please can someone take a cricket bat to the lithping tholicthitorâth thkull? With thanks in advance sort of thing,
Guth.
Thit, itâth catching.
I think one can always rely on Susan to be gratuitously unpleasant and stick her nose into other peopleâs business, canât one? Also to speak of rope in the house of the hanged, and to be unremittingly able to take the wrong end of every stick and twist it.
But Gus, you loathe them all; anyone in TA being got at ought to please you!
(Thanks for the poultice; Iâll see if I can find my dignity and put it on that.)
Lots of rowing but plenty of added schadenfreude: Helen being ignored in the shop then told sheâs over the hill just like Susan, Pip having coals of fire poured over her very comprehensively by Ed, Ruth being told off, fairly or not, then going away feeling for once that she is in the wrong. And Pip rubbing it in by telling how upset Clarrie was. Lots to like, in my opinion.
Wait till the news gets out that Ruth made Clarrie cry. I donât suppose Eddie will shut up about that.
Oh, and the sheer arrogance of Ruth thinking she could make things all right at Bridge Farm by using her âreasonableâ voice at Tony. Well done, Helen for putting her straight on that.
Tis true 'tis pity, And pity 'tis, 'tis true.
I thought for a moment that I might not loathe Oliver, but Iâve found a reason⊠There is a hierarchy of it, though. Just not a very rigid one. Whichever one Iâve heard most recently tends to rise to the top.
Yes, but did it all have to be in one episode, JJ? I am tired of the feast-and-famine aspect of the thing; it gives me spiritual indigestion.
Yes, I do see, it was rather a bumper crop, but there were some little gems that were not about rowing. How about Susan lecturing Helen on not giving so many sweets to Keira? I did enjoy Little Miss Sanctimonious getting told off about that! And then not getting the sweets! Or did she not get her change, I donât care. It was thoroughly frustrating for Helen, thatâs the point, and she wasnât treated like Dresden china (is that specially breakable, I wonder). Then to bump into Ruth, last thing she wanted even before Mrs Busybody wanted to stick her nose into Bridge Farm.
Icing on the cake for me would have been if Harrison had blurted out in Helenâs presence that the cricket team hadnât been the same since their best player became incapacitated this time last year.
What a joyous thought. Didnât happen, but joyous nonetheless. Have a ribbon.
She could start with Brazil?