Now I do not watch Eastenders, last time I did (around 10 years ago) it was like being poked in the eyeball by a rusty, coathanger. Also cockney accents make my ears want to shrivel up like cancerous caterpillars, so I avoid at all costs. This morning however, there is no getting away from it because the newspapers (mainly the tabloids of course) have deemed it necessary to splash it all over the front pages.
Something about a baby dying (in the soap) and a fan of the show hurling abuse at one of the actresses involved in the story. I cant be bothered to investigate further as my tea is getting cold but thats the gist of it. Now, what in the bally hell is happening in this country when people cannot seperate make believe from real life? How pathetic can somebody's life be when they are so deeply 'involved' with a soap opera? Are they aware these things are made up and scripted by story tellers? Do they ever step outside their front door? They do realise we are in the 21st century right?
Its frightening to think these people exist and yet they must do. (And one look at the ratings of reality tv tells us its so.) The person who shouted at this actress needs a damned good kick up the ass! And someone should confiscate her television until she learns to grow up and not rely on mouldy, miserable tv programmes.
For the most part im a gentle, contented soul, happy to let life go on its merry way. But sometimes things happen that would test the patience of a saint (or a poet) and for these little troubles I give you Ranter the Shanter ~ Born to shant, Loves to rant! You think im cute when I get mad? Well in a minute im about to be f**king gorgeous.
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