Walford whinge

Oh and EastEnders! What's it coming to?? I'm sorry, it was only a matter of time - and not much time, at that - before I had to say something. Under the so-called auspices of the new production team the show is now FIVE TIMES more boring than when it was supposed to be so bad! The storylines are both stagnant and all over the place. There's no consistency. Phil and Grant have seemingly both had lobotomies to prepare them for fatherhood. Naomi should go. Sonya should go, come to that, if only for how bad the acting was with Naomi: the two lesbians who looked sick every time they had to touch each other. Better just not to run the storyline! The whole Fowler household is turning more boring than a wet day in February. What happened to the romance between Joe's friend and Big Mo? And where's Honey's father? He was fun, being him back! They seem incapable of following anything through, so we're stuck with Sonya exploring all the different faces you can pull to look sorry for yourself, sitting on the bench in the square, presumably while the story team try to think of something to put next.

And the scriptwriting is suddenly down the pan, dialogue-by-numbers based on hypothetical scenarios rather than on precedents set up in the previous day's script. Or, oh yeah, character. The weird about-turn on the story with Jane and the strangely personality-free Grant, for example, is just embarrassing. It's enough to make you miss the much-maligned Ferreiras. (I never minded them in fact, & they were a lot more fun than bloody Pauline Fowler. And what's with HER? She's suddenly the colour of a mahogany sideboard! What, she got that at the launderette?)