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Before we get into last week’s Neighbours (because who loves nothing more than talking about an out of date soap) can we all agree that the sausage competition and the constant unashamed innuendos are the best thing to happen to Neighbours in years. If Terese gave up her job to work in a sausage factory and talk about sausage all the live long day I think I’d die happy.
So the Dee story’s a pile of shit covered in peroxide isn’t it?
The moment Dee became Fake Dee (I can’t be fucked learning the new character’s name) and not Dee Dee it all seemed like a pointless exercise. Character motivated by money is what we have Paul and Terese bickering for and they do it better. You know what would be good (apart from anything else)? A character hell bent on revenge on a husband she feels left her to die and the friends that have forgotten her. That would be amazing.
Instead Fake Dee is wandering around the place like a lame Dick Dastardly with no real motivation for what she’s doing. We all know she’ll be found out in the end, Toadie will move on and no one will mention it again. Dee even lies to Susan. To Susan! She’s a saint! I couldn’t even be bothered shrugging. I’ve given up on the idea of Fake Dee being actual Dee, the plot hasn’t been that smart. It’s been so dumb that she’s going to get discovered because she’s missing a lower back tattoo or some shit like that.
So for this week our stories we don’t give a flying fuck about are:
It’s been a few weeks since I checked on Ramsay Street so what has everyone been up to? Apart from Aaron hitting the gym, they’ve been up to very little.
Steph has ditched Mark which is relief as it felt more like a story to serve plot than the characters. She’s now banging hottie Victoria who was married to Mark’s boss and is mother to some creature that learned to speak last week. Nothing will go wrong here at all. No sir. I’m really glad that they’ve not forgotten Steph’s sexuality and they’ve not made that pivotal to her actions, Victoria could just as easily be a man. What I’m not so happy about is that she’s managed to pick up another stalker. Is there some sort of handbook on how to piss of Steph? Did Paul write it? Is that how he’s rich again? Give it three more days, Steph’ll start thinking she’s crazy again and it’ll be revealed to be Belinda or Vicki’s wife or Libby because of the spare time she has from not being a parent.
Steph being happy (hooray) has clearly made Mark upset (also hooray.) In a not so subtle chat with Toadie about having feelings for someone and not talking to your other half, Mark seems confused that Steph wanted time to work out her emotions before telling Mark. Surely women aren’t capable of such complicated thought and if she had just told Mark, a man, then he would have been able to solve it for her. Silly, stupid women. You know what Mark, just shut up, shut the fuck up. Maybe what you should have said in this situation was:
“Steph what’s wrong. You seem a bit unhappy and confused, how do we work together to get to the best outcome for both of us.”
Y’know instead of being such a selfish fuck nut. Toadie did a good job of arguing the other side (he’d just had THE MOMENT with Fake Dee) to which Mark was all “we’ll have to agree to disagree.” No one benefits from saying that apart from the smug cunt that forced the warm air to make those sounds out of their stupid meat lips.
I’d like you all to take a look at this sign. Would you hire this solicitor? A solicitor who has stapled a poster to a wall instead of an actual sign? A solicitor that thinks you’re so stupid that they felt they had to illustrate what they do with a picture. A solicitor that chose lime green. A solicitor that chose Aaron to be his secretary?
While we’re talking about this little cluster of idiots we’re going to have to mention Sonya and Mark and the baby in her belly. First off all I’m still unsure about the logistics here, Mark is such a drip of a human I honestly don’t believe his semen would do anything but slowly ooze out of a person, there’s no way it can create life.
Turns out, it doesn’t matter that this new baby is causing misery to everyone that hears about it, they can’t decide who will look after it and now it might be seriously ill, but they’re still going to keep it. Karl is so disgusted about the whole thing that he’s fobbing the pair off onto David the only other doctor in Erinsborough.
Now I never want to wish baby death on someone but if this child dies, that would be amazing. Sonya is totally absolving herself of all responsibility whilst at the same time painting herself as some sort of morally superior womb haver. She actually said, “It might be my body but it’s your baby.” Feminism.
A brief interlude before we go back to the hospital. Anyone else noticing that Neighbours is getting its monies worth out of a deal with London Grammar? My new goal in life is to form a band whose music appears exclusively in the background of tea-time soaps.
It’s work experience week at the school! Yay! A chance to see some new locations. Maybe meet some new people. In a normal soap perhaps. Neighbours shipped Ben off to the hospital because of all those times he mentioned wanting to be a doctor (never) and Xanthe went with him because instead of being her own person with her own motivation she’s fallen into the same trap as any vagina that slopped onto Ramsay Street and now she’s purely driven by her desire for cock. In this instance Ben’s cock. Even though she has excellent fashion sense and was at one point an Instagram sensation she decided to trade it all in to spend some time with Benny Boy. Feminism.
They sort of redeemed things by making Xanthe instrumental in reattaching some soundless beasts finger but when they got to the hospital Karl was all “Have you thought about being a nurse? Women can only be nurses. Doctoring is man job. You’ll be a doctor Ben although you’ve shown no interest or inclination for the role.” Xanthe smiled after a man told her she was slightly better than worthless and everyone carried on with their day.
Amber, remember her? Lauren’s daughter. Do you remember Lauren, she’s Lou’s daughter, she used to be interesting until they removed all her stories and turned her into a plant pot at Harold’s. Anyway her grandaughter, Matilda, is super ill and THEY ARE GOING TO SELL HAROLD’S! Well they said it once, but it won’t happen. Who would take over? Sky. I want Sky to take over.
Finally lets cast our eye over to Piper who seems to have brought everyone into a drama that could easily be solved by a bit of compassion and parenting. Piper is now dealing fake IDs because generic girl, Cousin It and whatever she is at the back said that ‘anything could happen.’ Pipes, anything could mean a good things, stay optimistic. Or, don’t deal fake IDs because you know it’s illegal.
Pipes, and I’m talking to you directly here, in the past anytime you’ve done something a bit stupid it’s because you’ve believed it’s the right thing. I liked that about you. Don’t dick about here, also don’t do your illegal deals in the middle of a coffee shop that every single person you know uses daily.
I really hate it when Neighbours uses blackmail as a way to excuse someone acting out of character, they’re doing the same thing to Gary. Piper and Elly are finally getting on so why not make them work together to solve the problem?
Brilliantly, Willow, who’s rapidly becoming my favourite character has got involved and when Elly got a little too close to the truth Willow didn’t run away from a fight instead she photoshops a picture of Elly to make it look like she slept with underage Angus. Excellent. How she heard about Angus and managed to get a picture is beside the point but it’s always nice to see women looking out for each other.
I have a ton of questions about how the paperwork would pan out to get Willow into school when she’s lying about her name and age. If anyone could answer that please drop me a line. I’m starting to feel rather angry about it. Also Jimmy is starting to make eyes at Willow and she’s starting to flirt with Ben, if she was to have sex with either of these people would there be a statutory rape case and how would that pan out?
Quotes of the week
There we have it, fake ID’s and Fake Dee. Let hope for a few more thrills this week shall we?
So. Full disclosure. I have a glass of wine in hand. My emotions are changeable and true.
So they’ve fucked up Dee’s return. Dee’s not Dee and the revelation that Toadie has a secret daughter lasted about a second. Dee’s some other lass (SneakDEE) who I just could not give a fuck about. All the weight and emotion I gushed about last week feels like a lie and I hate everyone involved. Everyone.
…that’s unless the writers have recently watched Addams Family and Dee is Uncle Festering us. Maybe true Dee lost her memory, became someone else, learned about THE GREAT BLISS ESTATE (half a million dollars folks) and decided to pretend to be Dee to get the money that is actually hers because SHE TURNS OUT TO BE MOTHER FUCKING DEE. (Try not to think about the kid, Willow ruins everything.)
We can only hope this is the case or the next few months are going to drag with Toadie being tricked by a dastardly plot followed by Dee standing in shadows stroking her beard. To make things worse the chances of her being found out are slim to none as Mark the crappiest cop known to man has only had his suspicions raised by a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on a hotel door. Mark hasn’t been to a hotel before. Poor Mark.
What else have we learned from the whole Dee situation? My main take-away has been that I don’t know what a DNA test entails or what it actually tells you about a person. For instance, home paternity tests? Is that a thing? Yes it is. Do they work like Dee’s DNA test where you cram dead-woman-hair into a bag? I don’t know.
Why, oh lord, why does she have a clump of hair from a woman that died 13 years ago? Did she scalp Dee? Is a scalped Dee with one eye hanging out and nail-less toes going to turn up and save the day? Does hair not rot?
I also learned the exact way not to peak through some curtains.
Sometimes I really do feel for Sonya. When you get with someone that looks like Toadie you don’t think you’re going to have to deal with so many exes never mind the stunners that Toadie tricked into bumping uglies with. This sympathy normally only lasts for a second until I remember that she’s actually a self serving monster who pretends to do good for others but it’s normally just to boost her own feelings of moral superiority and self worth. ‘Oh I’m Sonya, I wear ethnic patterns and can’t tell stories, I’m so full of hippy goodness.’ You know what Sonya? Fuck off. You’re distrustful and jealous of anyone you didn’t meet first and your obsession with Mark is sick. You’re sick. Sonya. You’re sick.
Unsurprisingly Mark is taking this opportunity to be as big a dick as humanly possible.
Mark: Steph, I know I’m lying about where I’m going and my best friend is pregnant with my baby but why are you kissing people that aren’t me?
Steph: Because everything and everyone on this planet is more desirable than you.
When Steph finally decided to do some straight talking about the Victoria kiss he flips:
“This happens a lot to you” he says.
Does it? Does it Mark? Give me another occasion this has happened to Steph. When would you have even seen? The times you come up for air from whatever woman you’re eating out are few and far between.
He forgets HE LITERALLY PUT HIS SPERM IN HIS BEST FRIEND’S BELLY. Thankfully Steph flung her ring at him and then slammed her engagement band down on the table. You go girl. Don’t raise the baby that you didn’t want in the first place. You ballsed up the two kids that you actually planned for. How on earth do you think this is going to turn out well?
Victoria is putting more time and dedication into the stalking of Steph than Mark has done about anything ever. Ditch him. Let lady V slam your body down and wind it all around. This is the best thing to happen to Steph in years, excellent stuff. More of this please.
This also means that Mark and Sonya can make the most of the new giant river that no one’s talking about. How many children died when this river appeared?
In fun other news Terese seems to be losing her way around Erinsborough and marking walls with her lipstick like she’s stuck in the labyrinth.
Typer continue to live in a roof with no door, no food and no parental care. Piper’s parents have decided to punish her for what her and all our loins want by not letting her have school books, food or shoes. This seems like a fool-proof plan and I’m sure Piper will merrily move home soon enough .
It’s always fun to see a so many people round this table that have had their genitals in each other. So beautiful.
The other kids got a bit of a look in this week. They’ve got a lovely new uniforms with colour, shapes and fabrics that I haven’t the words to describe. Jimmy had his first day at high school which means we’re in for five years of him running away from home, spray painting things and occasionally making friends with girls with flashes of cheap clip on hair.
Xanthe continues to be mad obsessed with dodge ball. I honestly preferred her when she was being molested by strangers. They keep trying to make it sexy with some slo-mo. You know what makes anything sexy? Tyler. Topless. Greased up like a pig. Moaning in the dark. Oink.
The first day back at school seemed to take its toll on Susan and Elly. The next picture doesn’t have the same oomph without proper context but editing of the episode tells me it was in the middle of the day.
Susan and Sheila such an incredible catfight that Susan forgot how clothes work.
Just take it off Susan and shove it in a washing machine stop being patted down like a horse.
I often wonder why anyone would live in Erinsborough? There’s so much drama, explosions and bitchiness. I suppose if there’s a chance you could come back to life then that’s a rather compelling reason to live anywhere.
And there we have it. Dee not being real isn’t iDEEl, I’d rather see the emotional fallout of her return and a daughter he didn’t know about rather than have to DEEl with the frustration of waiting weeks for her to be found out. Meh.
Remember, when Neighbours throw mud at each other they become good friends.
P.S. It was nice of Marlene to cameo.
So this week it’s tricky to be funny. Neighbours was amazing. I’m really sorry. I’m going to use too many clichés. I’m going to praise the acting and possibly a set or two. Neighbours would have made my life easier if these things had happened this week:
That pretty much sums it up. I’m happy with this list. This is a good list.
Oh my god she came back! Dee/Dee’s sister pretending to be her/Dee’s parents dressed up as Dee/Libby wearing Falkor as a wig … whatever she is, she’s played by Madeleine West, has natural blonde hair and she’s back!
It’s been a fucking brilliant week of Neighbours with Madeleine and Ryan Moloney (he plays Toadie. What? Someone plays these characters? A person pretends to be someone else, lies to the world and we just accept this? fucking disgusting) have been knocking it out of the park. Grief, anger, accusations, acceptance, we’ve had it all folks. Then, THEN! Neighbours had the audacity to be more than a just a wonderfully comfortable soap and gave every meeting between Dee and old characters such weight and emotion that this doesn’t feel like a standard character-back-from-the-dead storyline, it feels like something special.
Steph, you broke my heart.
So where’s Dee been all this time? As far as we know her wedding dress dragged her under the waves and that’s why the rescue team didn’t find her. A lady called Emily who we can only assume has too many cats, did. Emily, for reasons, didn’t take Dee to a hospital even though she had massive head trauma and memory loss and they decided to hide from the world for over a decade. Yup. Seems legit.
Obviously this isn’t going to be plain sailing. Here’s just a few coo coo things Dee did this week:
Current theory: Emily is actually nut job Sindi who’s been training Dee to be an assassin as she seeks to get her hands on the Bliss family fortune. All of this is orchestrated by Susan, who, by showing us that she keeps pictures of dead Ramsay Street residents so close to hand confirms what has long been suspected that she is in fact the Erinsborough Puppet Master.
Sadly we were only allowed to see the Blessed Dee for three days. The rest of the week was filled with the other shit the Neighbours have been doing. Shall we have a look?
Leo opened a hotel, that’s right the 456th hotel has opened in Erinsborough, this time for backpackers. The whole business model seems to be “We have a wombat, come and look at the wombat.” Surely that can’t go wrong.
This did however give us one of the most Neighbours things to happen in Neighbours and it looked a little something like this:
Let’s hope Backpackers gets filled up with greased up sluts and we spend a lot time there. Also, see that dude in the background? More of him please.
Steph’s continuing to explore all the moments she can with Victoria. Exploring moments in the bar, in the car, in the vagina. Everywhere! Steph, listen to me, Victoria is a hell of a lot hotter and more interesting than Mark, she also hasn’t got your best friend’s wife pregnant. Leave Mark and dive deep into the loving lips of Victoria, you have my permission.
Arron worked as a hotel opening compere – I’m not even sure that’s a CV eligible job.
Terese and Paul decide to tackle how problematic Australia Day is. Lols. Of course they don’t. They get some sports people in and Terese’s face sums up my feelings about guest spots from famous people who aren’t famous for acting:
Gary, well, we’re not sure what’s happening there. Or why. There was a car filled with laptops that then wasn’t? What? Now he’s taken to kidnapping a wombat. If anyone would like to fill me in I’d really appreciate it.
Over in Typer land it’s a bit meh. They hang out in a hotel room not naked. Tyler continues to look for work not naked. They move into Backpackers also not naked. Why even bother filming them? Oh yes. That’s right. Arms.
I want to end this week with stressing how fucking angry I am that Digital Spy gave away a massive spoiler for next week in a headline. I’m repulsed. Angry. Life will never be the same again. This is just the beginning it’s not the end.
Fuck! No! Anger turned into a Mel C song.
Remember it’s when Neighbours doubt that an old friend has come back from the dead and they investigate them behind everyone else’s back even though you know that it will make people angry because your name is Mark and you’re a terrible policeman, fiance and human that they become good friends.
Final thought: It costs $150 to stay at the shit hole Robinsons? What the actual fuck? Apart from the one room that’s seen more blood, bones and semen than a prostitutes butt hole, what do you get for $150?
Welcome back for the second recap of Neighbours 2017 and I’m already wondering why I’m bothering. Carl and Susan were nowhere to be seen. There’s no better way to say it, this was a shit week of Neighbours. Shit. Just. Shit. shit shit shit. Shit. … shit.
Except for this!
DEE AND ALL HER TEETH SHOWED UP!
What can we take away from the brief Friday meeting?
And that’s it. I really thought it was going to be a longer list. Sorry.
Where is this story going to go: Apparently this storyline is going to get dark, quickly. I’m not sure if I can cope with this, previous dark storylines have included:
But it’ll probably be that Dee has gang connections and needs money.
Here’s what else happened this week. Yay. (This is going to be a slog.)
You know (you might not know) that on Radio 1 if there’s silence for longer than five minutes an emergency generic playlist kicks in. The Neighbours equivalent powered up this week while we wait for Dee Bliss to say some lines. The kids in love ran away (the second time for Piper and still zero times for me.) The elusive Moment returned (more on this later.) Bad things happened to good cars. Parents were terrible parent.
Let’s start with Piper and Tyler. They ran away but luckily Erinsborough’s only and worst copper Mark was able to track them down with the help of just about everyone. So they came back. The angry
Terad BTreard Brarese beast came slamming in with it’s four legs and two mouths, shouting things like “No!” “You’re so irresponsible!” “Let’s not mention that Brad dated a 14 year old!” and then because the last meal of leaves they had was so successful they demanded they have another:
In summary: Lucas showed up to fire Tyler because of the whole abandoning his job to poke himself inside a 17 year old. Everyone shouts at Piper. Brad and Terese have started growing twirling moustaches for all the plotting they’re about to do to break up Tyler and Piper
Lauren is now hiring actual children to do her dirty work at Harold’s Cafe.
Let’s take a look at the cluster fuck which is Steph, Mark, Sonya and Toadie. We have dead wife Dee marking her territory by pissing in corners at the Rebecchi’s as they sleep at night:
Toadie: Do you smell my dead wife’s perfume.
Sonya: No but I can see that ageless woman with teeth like haunted gravestones pissing in the corner.
Toadie: Cool as long as it’s not the smell of my dead wife all over the house
Sonya has noticed that she isn’t getting the seeing to that she used to from Toadie. She finally confronts him with popcorn and is all “Is it me? Am I doing something wrong?” Yes love. You have. You’re pregnant with another man’s baby. Sonya, baby check yourself.
We also have Steph flirting with baby specialist Vitoria and having The Moment, occasionally referred to as A Moment.
Let’s digress slightly
The Moment. The Moment. Themomentthemomentthemomentthemomentthemoment. I thought when Brad and Lauren got together this phrase would fuck the fuck off. Do you remember? Do you? During their whole non-affair which was really an affair they kept talking about sharing The Moment, that nothing happened, it was only The Moment. Then “having A Moment” became the magic part of meeting someone that only happens in Neighbours. You either have no genital attraction for someone or ALL the genital attraction and when this occurs you have experienced The (A) Moment.
What it really shows is that because Neighbours parents create emotionally stunted and insecure children that then grow up to be emotionally simple adults, they can’t tell the difference between a bit of flirting and finding your lobster. For fucks sake, Steph is edging towards 50 and the way she talks about Victoria it’s like she’s never had a crush before. After one meal she’s questioning everything with Mark. She had The Moment with another human, what should she do? For the love of God, what should she do? Maybe you just have an insatiable vulva Steph. That’s OK, own it, own your vulva.
Prediction update: Steph will sleep with Victoria. Sonya will join in. Toadie will get revenge by sleeping with Carl. Mark will become so beige that scientists decide to study him.
Gary is doing illegal stuff with cars in a story that will go nowhere. This story is really fucking me off and let me tell you why. Gary has been shown to be a moral person that finds himself in shitty situations. However, here he’s sought out trouble, trouble that could get him back in prison which he wouldn’t do to himself or Xanthe. The Gary we’ve been shown is hard working and doesn’t take shortcuts so why is he doing it here? Lazy storytelling or a long game that will lead to all cars being taken off the roads in Australia and therefore dramatically reduce crime and death on Ramsay Street? You decide.
Paige is pregnant. I would only care about this story if Dee was the father. Which she isn’t. So I don’t.
There we have it another week on the street where Lauren continues to haunt everyone else’s storylines, the Rec Centre magically tripled in size for a game of dodgeball and Dee is yet to say a full sentence. Remember it’s when the dead walk the earth that Neighbours become good friends.
P.S. Here’s a picture of Ned topless. It’s from a story-line with Xanthe doing summer school with a problematic Asian stereotype. Neighbours has a long history of terrible diversity and I just don’t have the energy for it this week.
I want to support people like me, people who when asked what their favourite TV show is, they say with pride and joy:
“I love Neighbours”
To which the response is always a furrowed brow and “Is that still on TV? Remember Harold?”
You know what? Yes I fucking remember Harold and you know what else I’ve just fucking remembered? That I don’t want to be in this conversation about a storyline from 20 years ago. Do you know? Can you even fathom how much has happened in Ramsay Street since then? Do you have a single fucking clue the number of explosions, deaths and bad boiler room maintenance mishaps there have been ? Do you? Do. You. Fucking. Know?
This is for you guys.
Previously on Neighbours
Last series ended with Tyler and Piper finally getting together, Brad and Lauren getting married, everyone getting pregnant and the return of Dee Bliss. That’s right, Dee Bliss the true and natural blonde, has been ripped from the deathly cold hands of death and returned to parks and benches on this our mortal coil.
But that’s enough about the past, let’s look to, wait, also the past. This is what happened in last week’s Neighbours.
Off the bat we’re going to have to deal with these new opening titles. They are pig shit awful. The worst. Like, if I had to grade them I’d say no, piss off and try harder. These aren’t the titles for a beloved and important soap. These are the titles of a pile of crap family video that would be in the background scene of a student film. The poor Neighbours cast have been thrown in front of terrible green screen and told to emote, just look at Susan’s face, look at it!
The poor Brennan boys have been forced to be topless again. One day about two months ago those lads would have been called to a dingy warehouse (again), crying (again) as damp filled their noses (again) as they slowly slide their tops off … again. Neighbours, treat these men like meat, it’s what we like. Poor Scott’s been trying to avoid the gym for months to stop this nightmare from happening, look at his protective folded arm. Runners have been tasked with slapping butter from his hand.
The terrible green screen doesn’t end with the opening credits, no sir. We’re treated not once, but twice this week to Dee Bliss showing us her full range; from cum face to staring into the middle distance all whilst in front of a beautiful green screen ocean. Such talent. Such beauty. Apparently this and not a spider-zombie-bride that eats teeth straight from the jawbone is Toadie’s reoccurring Dee nightmare. A nightmare we should remind you he is having because he saw a generic blonde woman on a bench. Never go to LA Toadie, don’t do it to yourself.
Here we also learn Toadie and Sonya sleep in the world’s tinniest bed. Maybe this is why they’re cranky all the time and make god awful decisions.
Quick question: If Dee has been bleaching and we’re talking 90’s BLEACHING, for this long, how lank and terrible is her hair? You would think that at least her roots would have died in that fateful crash.
Main points on this story are. Toadie continues to be the worst at hiding important plot developing documents. Everyone talks about but no one sees Dee. It takes until Wednesday for anyone to mention Harold. No one mentions that Mark was dead for a while.
Ned’s court case for burning down someone’s house ended up with him getting community service and a moody Elly knocking on his door. It’s nice that Elly has come out swinging this series for the title of “Most Self Absorbed.” Watch your back Terese.
Sonya tells everyone she’s pregnant. Let’s just say it doesn’t go down the best. Steph looks broken, so broken that she wears more clothes than anyone ever has or ever will when dangling her feet in a pool. Mark and Sonya have started doing what true couples do, lying down on blankets on steep inclines, in the shade on cold winter days. Then we have Toadie and his neat dead wife obsession. The surrogacy plan was a swell one. High-five guys.
Current predicted outcome: Steph and her best friend motorbike are going to say hello to Sonya’s belly.
A raging river with added canoes now flows through the streets of Erinsborough.
Tyler and Piper finally got together and it didn’t take long for their romance to be discovered and their plans to bonk at the Canning house to be predictably interrupted. This has of course given Brad and Terese brand new ways to show how terrible they are at being parents. They’re still adamant that their daughter who for unknown reasons they allowed to live in Canada by herself, who we’ve been told is a YouTube star and whose brother recently died is too young to go out with a man that they’ve all known for years, is about a week older than her and has the most beautiful soft lips. I love his lips. I want Tyler’s lips on me.
They go on about how terrible the relationship will be although Terese is dripping for murderer Paul and Brad has yet to find a woman his dick hasn’t crawled inside of. All this culminates with a meal at the Willis household where Piper works very hard to prepare some leaves. The adults proceed to show their maturity by shouting, Piper shows her maturity by running away and Tyler shows us his very mature arms. I love his arms. I want Tyler’s arms on me.
It’s a really awful story with every single person involved acting completely out of character. It needs to end. Hopefully not with a wedding or pregnancy. Maybe with gun crime. Possibly a death.
Great news, David and Leo are now part of the shitty opening titles. Leo’s involved in the equally terrible Men Shed story. The only redeeming feature of which is Tim rocking up and calling Sonya incompetent. Which she is. She’s Mayor and decided to personally oversee a shed. If anyone’s interested in the Men Shed story, it’ll be soap writers across the globe who want to know why this useless lump of teleporting crap (seriously, where is this prime wedding location with tons of parking meant to be?) has been allowed to stick around for so long. Knock it down and build something useful like; Ned’s Sauna, Ned’s Brothel of One, maybe Ned’s Fuck Palace. Just a few thoughts for you there production crew. Just a few thoughts.
David and Amy continues to flirt. Amy continues to change from an independent babe to a woman who will do anything for The D and when she gets The D she feels she owns The D and if that D dares glance, talk or smell a boob, she cries.
Arron had two jobs this week. He showed up at a law meeting with Toadie. Arron also made a horse noise; Arron’s a horse now.
The Canning family return after the jewelry debacle of last series which gives us the most glorious thing of all: a Karl and Susan romp. Karl was swindled and paid an awful lot for a necklace that was worth an awful little. Susan finds the necklace and thinks that’s her anniversary gift, she even wears a waddle revealing top in preparation but what she gets is this magnificent gift:
What happened to the necklace? Is Karl having another affair? Thankfully Sheila sticks her nose in and tells Susan everything. Susan gets a new TV and Karl looks like a dick again. Wonderful stuff.
And that’s pretty much the it. If you want to know about Paige you can fuck off, she’s a trash person. There were some other bits, a cricket game on the street that of course went wrong, Steph sleeps with her makeup on and Toadie’s had some excellent mood lighting fitted in the bedroom. The big Dee reveal is yet to come and time is ticking before another house is on fire.
See you next week. Remember, it’s when Neighbour’s sleep with each other, have deep dark secrets and run too many businesses that they become good friends.
STAY SAFE. DON’T USE GRINDR BADLY. RUN AWAY FROM DANGER.
Read those gems and more in another stunning article for FS.
We do a lot, some ….. an amount, around gay men and sexual health awareness, sometimes I can’t help but think we’re dealing with a symptom rather than the cause. I want to see more done to make gay men be aware of their mental health and FS Magazine were kind enough to publish my words.
Tracey Cox wrote a wonderfully condescending article for the Mail Online, so I responded with this article on Vice:
I interviewed Margaret Thatcher, well a man that dresses as her which is pretty much the same right?
I also saw Bathhouse The Musical. It wasn’t 100% terrible (a massive amount of alcohol increased enjoyment ten fold.)