Rant Of The Day is where I get to mouth off about whatever I feel like for however long I like. Theoretically, I'll update my whinge/opinion piece every weekday; in practice, maybe not so often.
These are life's little mysteries. I had resigned myself to the permanent disappearance of EastEnders from Australian schedules. I was therefore both surprised and pleased when I encountered the volume pictured to the right, EastEnders: A Celebration. This is the kind of book I live for: detailed year-by-year descriptions of the entire plotline, major cast changes, side projects, you name it, it's there.
One of the unfortunate side effects of the book, though, is that it undermines the EastEnders ethic of realism. One of the things I liked about the show was that, compared to, say, Home And Away (and let's be honest, I watched that too), it all seemed somewhat believable. When you compress it down into brief summaries, though, it sounds almost as frothy as Spelling. Daughter of local family gets pregnant to publican whose drunken wife opens rival bar whose owner rapes aunt whose son pursues half-brother and ex-wife with shotgun. Really, it came across a lot better than that.
I've also bow discovered that the UK-TV cable channel features new episodes of the show. (I guess the rates got cheaper.) Now, if only Foxtel would pull its collective finger out and get cabling down my street . . .
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