Dropping off....

Tonight, I was having dinner with friends who wanted to watch the much hyped episode of Eastenders, in which the killer of, um, someone, would finally be revealed.

I haven't watched that particular soap for years, and was highly diverted by quite a few different things.

1) Nobody had a light on. Every house was unbelievably dark and gloomy. (Is there a lightbulb ban in Greater London?)

2) Everybody was sneaking out of their front door and in someone else's back door. (This is not a euphemism.)

3) Not a single person was listening to a radio/tv/cd player... (Though that's probably because they were all too busy listening at each other's keyholes.)

4) It appeared that if you weren't having a fling with your neighbour/uncle/stepfather's great uncle Bob, you were sticking vodka up your nose and throwing cocaine down your throat. Or possibly the other way round.

Who killed Lucy Beale? Dunno....but if she was forced to watch tonight's episode, she was presumably bored to death!