Oddly, I quite enjoyed it. Mainly, I think, because Kim Durham is audibly enjoying himself. Where it’s going I do not know though.
Tony must be about to disappear again, given the rave reviews for David Troughton in, curiously, Titus Andronicus. Perhaps he’ll come back fired up to dispose of the Bridge Farm family in pies, as we have suggested before.
If Coronation Street has given permission for Louiza Patikas to remain in The Archers while she’s playing a role in Corrie, anything is possible in the way of actor-juggling.
Why would Justin be so bothered that it was Matt who suggested to Tom the Moron that the land was worth more when he (Justin) is potentially £100k in pocket as a result? Or does he care so deeply about his paramour’s family that anyone who meddles with them is his enemy? If that’s the case, then his ‘playing hardball’ with Tom - and wouldn’t we all love to do that - makes no sense.
It is just as much like a particularly drunken and random game of Consequences as it was during the late unlamented’s tenure. But currently no one is being Horrible to Poor Helen, which in my book means it is actually in some ways worse. As for the little outbreaks of happiness and light between Lynda and Fallon, Lynda and Lilian and Fallon and Harrison - get in the ****ing sea. Please.
I know, Gus, depressing, isn’t it, no one is being horrible to Pip either.
They never are. It’s a source of considerable sorrow to me.
Proffers handkerchief, damp*, lachrymose fish for the use of
*at first sight that might seem rude, but it’s not going to make a huge amount of difference, now is it?
Not really, but the thought was uncharacteristically charitable…
Check the webcam. Yes, I am sticking my tongue out at you and waggling fingers wiv me fumbs in me ears. And I’ll have that hanky back, if you don’t mind.